Writing more poetry again !
Reflections
dissolve the tree
that thinks its autumn
into lines and waves
and a woman photographing
something hidden standing
in front the tree –
perhaps a child on a bike
her daughter
or her grandchild
writing on the ripples
of water’s time
a winters day to
remember
a cycle at the gardens.
Tirra Lirra
watches the water
before she sings
‘May they always be happy.’
She projects
her new autumn dress
into the ripples.
If only she had a bike
to ride back through time
instead of a bike
to ride as a ghost.
She sings herself a
ripple into the water
floats into the
poets’ eyes that watch
for her
in reflections –
something hidden inside the poem
for the artist’s
to watch and sing for.
(c) June Perkins
(See this for more about Tirra Lirra)
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