Blinks and Turns
Single cells to shiny scales,
swimming and slithering
in primordial muck
to crawl upon a shell-strewn beach,
to lap from tidal pools.
Each change, a yearning;
each season, a turning,
creating new from what is there—
stardust leafing light to air
an ice age comes, time winks,
the frozen is undone,
lost currents become storm-churned sea,
swirling turbulence shatters dreams–
soon, a thousand Atlantises
sink beneath the ocean’s blue,
fins glide through girders
of sunken skyscrapers still pointing
like steel fingers
from beneath waves to fickle sky.
For Paul Brookes’ Poetry Month Ekphrastic Challenge. You can see the art and read the other poems here.
It does feel like we are making our own Atlantis. We have become our own unnatural destructive forces. (K)
A history of time in the blink of an eye
Thank you, Derrick! 🙂
Reblogged this on The Wombwell Rainbow.
Thank you, Paul!
Love how you made all the images work into this. I admit when I looked at them, I wondered what you would do. Was more than pleasantly surprised!
Thank you very much, Dale!
I’m so pleased I pleasantly surprised you! 😊
You capture the relative nature of time so well here, Merril!
Thank you so much, Ingrid!😊
This is so well done, Merril.
Thank you, Luanne. 🙂
You are welcome.
I do like this one. That ‘primal muck’. When I read this, the focus seems to be the photo of the stone on the beach, my favourite of the four, that somehow I didn’t use in my poem. I thought I’d keep it and write a poem just for the stone. I’ll have to wait though until your images have faded.
I was thinking of that image but also the figure on the beach. The stone made me think of your loofah though, so I had to wipe that from my mind! 🙂
A history of the natural world in just four stanzas! For some reason, I find it comforting and reassuring that nature is stronger than we are. It will find a way to survive and thrive.
Thank you very much, Liz. I love how you really think about poems.
I think about all the changes our Earth has seen. Humanity is just a small part of it.
You’re welcome, Merril.