For Day Seventeen of Paul Brookes’ Special January Ekphrastic Challenge, I’m responding to one painting. Anyone who knows me, could probably predict I would respond to Kerfe Roig’s “Owl Moon.”
Full and bright, the night alight
with skittering scatters and chitter-chat
of sated rat. The vixen barks to her mate,
and beneath the walls, creatures slither and crawl,
while mice and voles in the shadows hide
as feathered wings outstretched glide–and bide.
And shall I call it owl moon?
A moment in time, perhaps not real—
Imagined flights, unseen sights, but
the planets spin, the stars glow and go
about what they do, and the owl does, too,
with a hoot to the world, he dives,
survives—though it’s fate—not feud,
the hunters and the pursued.
All the questions, unanswered, still are asked—
the moments gone, past to future and to past–
the fade of argent song, the hummed goodnight,
as trills and twitters awaken dawn’s light.