How you chase the daylight
as it departs at the end of the year
shooting out among the rocks
to leave your mark
before the moon pulls you,
gathering deep piles
in great sandy knots
worthy of our efforts to untie
Foodie beach delight,
noodle-heaped upon a plate
This poem is the second in my series of ekphrastic writing on cyanotypes by Anna Atkins. For details about why I did this etc, please see yesterday’s post! Thank you for reading!
The Poetry Patio 