Day 13: Ekphrastic Challenge curated by Paul Brookes-Writer Photographer: With selected artists and writers – My poem ‘The Institute – Part Two
Visions
A cataract blackens my right eye,
the one I used to look at the sun;
no one is left to ask why,
because you are lost in dust,
and our friends are lost with you
at that final beach-mob outpost.
Looking into the sun, then at you
spread out, lovely and moist,
all I could see were black dots
on your face as it smooched air,
and on your knees, now way too hot
raised up, like dream castles, there
were lines and arrows instead
of your smooth knobs, smoothly red.
-Elizabeth Moura
equanimity
on the cosmic timeline
humankind appeared minutes ago—
aeons later (by our reckoning),
like one primeval furrowed brow
or the disappointed jowls of
a disgruntled mage
with a bumbling apprentice,
earth sighed …
-Rich Follett
#2:
My heart
Is like a vast desert
Since you left this world
No amount of water
Can revive
My…
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