Dress of Wedding White
Delectable curves fill cloth
Sun casts confetti
n.b. I witnessed stunning views whilst travelling through the Southern Uplands this morning.
The white hills, dark clouds with Sun breaking through dropping more snow in curtains. A delicate show of light and shade was daubed onto the rounded terrain of south-west Scotland.
I have never seen such a magical snowscape; it was worth every mile driven on this excursion just to experience this today.
First light, light song bright
Melody cuts through slumbers
Robin on duty
Moon reflection on water trough; reflection of reflection.
On the Moon
Light from the Sun falls
Then reflects on Earth, on us
We share this magic
n.b. Where ever we are, whoever we are, we share the same Moonlight, the same Sun – we are in this together.
Her smile is wider than her head
A photo shows this when she was ten
Her brilliant eyes then shone so bright
Her teeth gleaming in black and white
And still after many colourful years
When distant childhood memories may bring on tears
She has that smile as wide today
What might spark it I cannot say
But it reveals like an evening primrose bloom
A late afternoon sunburst that fills the room.
Late the Moon claims night
Planets trace her way through stars
Grass cut by stark shadows
n.b. I excuse my additional syllable in this attempt to capture the vision of last night’s lunar brightness and the sharpest, darkest shadows thrown onto the silvered late summer grasses in the meadow. A remarkable, naturally well-lit night.
Everywhere you’ve been
Everything you’ve done
I have been there with you
I have seen it all
Despite my blind spot
No doubt stemming
From my nervous disposition
That allows me to see
But not believe, nor deny
All that I have seen
It’s not for me to judge
Where you’ve been
What you’ve done
Inability to intervene
Makes me silent witness
To the images
Flashing on my retina
Although I react quickly
To the dark and light
A pupil that never learns
I remain insensitive
To everywhere you have been
And all that you’ve done.
n.b. NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 17 prompt: Seeing from an unusual, unexpected point of view.
A useful reference point for this poem was www.moorfields.nhs.uk