Written for Paul Brookes' ekphrastic challenge - one poem a day in April 2021.
The art work for this day is "The Nine of Wands" by Kerfe Roig
Apparition
Alone in the desert,
the clear night air raised bumps
on his unfeeling skin. His eyes
were raised, a billion sparkling
stars ignored.
His only focus was the comet,
screaming in an endless vacuum,
propelled without purpose,
not even instinct. Flicked into motion,
crossing the frontier.
The nine wands, painstakingly
inverted in the hard ground, seemed
to gleam in the moon's half light.
They said that it would bypass
Earth, as far removed
as the aircraft he saw leaving trails
in the hot blue skies. But he knew
that there was more to the Universe
than Science, and the wands would
bring it to him.
Here, to this spot. Soon.
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