Vapour Trail Mirage
Shafts of light caress the silver hinges
in my doorway, weaving shiny webs
around its oak encrusted entrance.
Open razzle-dazzle in full spectrum
to a morning that has overslept.
As rainbows flash across my sun-starved eyes,
it dawns on me those neap tide nacres
that I crave, the orange-red cloud eternally
adrift, azimuthal coin beyond imagining,
we’re mere vapour trail mirage.
Instead a spring cascade of deep blue
sea amethysts loiter round my hearth,
with hazel brown inner eye an opal laden key
Posted : 9th March 2022
Copyright © Howard Kerr | Year Posted 2022
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