Photo Used With Permission Courtesy of Trent Chau
© Trent Chau All Rights Reserved
Spirits With Time
Breath blew a mountain
inside out, and let a river run through it.
A single hand, splayed for full effect
above the space where thinned clouds sway,
moved center to left before right and back again,
whittling rough-rouged cheeks to pock-mark
the landscape with beauty strangely held. Pray
the sign fine and according to rule. Only then
recall what no man can wring
from the alchemy of spirits with time.
© 2010 Maureen E. Doallas
I wrote this poem for One Shoot Photography Sunday at One Stop Poetry, which today features a Picture Prompt Poetry Challenge using the Trent Chau image shown above.
Anyone may participate in the challenge. Go here to read an interview with the photographer and to learn what to do to accept the challenge.