(Inspired by images: AB19, BB19, OVP19)
Every Day Blue
The scattering of light,
the constant in our space,
is blue of sky and water,
the dancing variations sing through clouds
so loud that skeletons wake and skitter round
the graveyard walls, the soft-shoe steps
of bones, the tappity-tap of time, regret
perhaps. The corona-ed moon incites the tides
and makes them rise, the boats upon them sink
or sigh. Earth tilts. We spin but stay,
midnight becomes dawn, another day.
For Paul Brookes Poetry Month Ekphrastic Challenge. You can see the images and read the other poems, here.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
skeletons wake and skitter – love it
Thank you so much, Patricia!
Reblogged this on The Wombwell Rainbow.
Thank you, Paul!
I like that tappity-tap of the bones/time 🙂
Thank you! 🙂
Many evocative images, thank you Merril!
Thank you, Susan!
A splendid weaving of these images
Thank you very much, Derrick!
“Earth tilts. We spin but stay, midnight becomes dawn, another day.” Lovely writing, Merril.
Thank you so much, Gwen! 😊
I love the last line…’midnight becomes dawn, another day.’ That line says so much about life…something to think about! 🙂
Thank you so much, Linda! 😊
🙂 🙂 🙂
I particularly like how you brought in the skeletons!
Thank you very much, Liz!
Everyone seems to like the skeletons. 🙂
You’re welcome, Merril. 🙂
Even the skeletons seem to be dreaming. This has a nice rocking movement to it. (K)
Thank you so much, Kerfe!
All these great images and phrases. Yes, a tappity tap of time will remain with me for a long tine.
Thank you very much, Pam!