(I've been wanting to use this photo for something. I took it at my friend Cassandra's house one late afternoon in October.)
it was time that melted
while you spoke
in smoky drones;
redwine smudged your teeth
and bluesky turned to black;
i crept
like a mouse
(some might say rat)
my small ear cocked in the direction
of your murmurs…
just to know
(before the candles were blown out…)
the chances, luck, the secrets of our
destiny.
my shadow slid against the wall
and one of you said
“did you hear something?”
and the other said
“it’s nothing”
as if I wasn’t there…
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nice, especially the shadow part
ReplyDeletespooky in the best way...I love ekphrastic poetry
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