The image for tomorrow should really have been for today, but it’s pretty close.
This poem for Paul’s challenge used all three artworks that you can see here.
Looking behind the image
There are worlds behind what we see,
two magpies in a tree
is sappy scent of new leaves,
the ordered chaos of sticking twigs,
moss and lichen-covered, into basket shape,
clack of bills, iridescence of feathers,
heat, companionship, eggs to cherish
in beating strong-winged determination.
Grass, the night,
damp and dark, and toad waiting for a ride,
pond, silver-black beneath the moon,
colder than primal times,
imperatives the same.
the stars are shedding flakes bright as snow
where nightingales sing,
catch them in open beaks and tongue them into song,
where mist makes giants of brocards, grazing
among moon flowers
pooled in the long grasses.
eyes that never leave your face,
in their depths
a world that never changes,
of simple devotion.