Two Poems: John Ellison Davies
“you have to love them"
I tell her "It's your only
defence"
she is puzzled
at first, then memory
blooms as it will
when a storm has passed
recognition rainbows
in her hazel eyes
there is a clue
of eagerness on the map
her indelicate history
delicately etched
sweats like glass
in the palm she offers
pressing
gently enough
to shatter worlds
enthroned
on their cool verandah
the old ones
connoisseurs
of light and shade
resolve
all problems
of proportion
each fragile gesture
a brush-stroke
in a self-portrait
nearing completion
John Ellison Davies © 2023



Comments
Wonderful work, John.