Twitter poems from yesterday’s prompts.
All tears are black
for sorrow is dark
and wells from the places
where no light falls.
Black pearls
are as rare as moonstones
and sundew
and starfish
that light the deeps of the ocean
with drops of pearl moonlight.
Gulls soar to the moon and back,
dusted with silver
and the grey of dead stars.
Their eyes full of worlds
we will never know,
their call, the voices of the dead.
Sun breaks on gleaming waters,
star-speckled,
moon-struck,
a hoard of light.
If my hands could hold it,
I would give it all to you.
At the epicentre of all worlds
is a heart that beats and throbs
in time to the wings of love,
the song of the turtle dove.