Moon’s angelic twin an old man in the sea —
His lashes are chromatic
And brow hawkish, peacock scales
Swill at hands and feet, at ear fin peaks.
He circuits an apple tree sprout
A virtual tide moves his lung —
Mute sunset bends afternoon’s blue into current —
Illuminate a strange palm and glass claws.
Shadow hurtles to earth
Bobs at the water’s surface.
Holly R. Appling lives in Canada. Her poems have appeared in QWERTY, Carousel, Leaf Press, WEIRDYEAR, Jabberwocky, Aphelion, The Scarlet Sound and The River Journal. Others will be upcoming in nycBigCityLit and The Round. She says:
Regarding the inspiration for the poem, I am hesitant to make an attempt to explain this as I think we each see what we see when we look at the world, related to our own sensibilities and frames of reference and experience. I would be more interested to learn what others may see in the work.
Illustration is “Apples and Leaves” by Ilya Repin, 1879, and is in the public domain.