To the Untrained Eye

Pearlescent the corneal reflection, on a blind mans eyes orbs of obscurity, belie a defunct projection of screens for Eventide is ever present, nuanced beside a braille directory his mind’s focused on Feral senses, gut instincts, acuity knowledge of darkness, has built its own safe haven Plumb lines are useless, if life’s following a ball of string the Thrum of a moths wings, leads him to the window fingertips sense the drapes, yet another Crimped reality fly away little creature, go find your own darkness you don’t want to be trapped in here with me with a bittersweet Tang of sadness, the moth is released Howling into the distance, on a gentle summers breeze Eight word Bardenesque challenge Poetry Contest PEARLESCENT 2. HOWLING 3. THRUM 4. TANG 5. EVENTIDE 6. PLUMB 7. CRIMPED 8. FERAL Sponsored by John Hamilton 22/03/2021