It's Still Life

30.7.23 – A Cadralor Poem: Reading Stones

I.
I’m reading their stones,
the old dead,
remembering those
I never knew.

II.
Her name is May.
2-months. Sweet child
who never cried.
Delicate as spring.

III.
Here lays Captain Morton,
stood on a curving prow.
Troubled by a cargo,
the sea took him down.

IV.
A fisherman at rest,
in rain and morning air.
A squalling tangle of nets,
his lights still shining on.

V.
This silent community
of the olden dead,
this life arrived
amongst the puzzled dead.

A Cadralor Poem written for Fandango’s FOWC “arrive” and  RDP “community” . Photo is my own, taken on iPhone 14Pro. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.