- Frances Boyle
Half light
black and grey silhouette photographer’s silvered gelatin image of a ship, sails slack, motionless but for frills of velvet sea that nudge, gently rock like breath masts black again pale sky
remnants of frost or forest fire
twist of torn tree hollow fallen bone bleached through bark, grey hand-smooth open heart contorted a wrench around its core as it fell
I want that spiral in a song
the pond a bowl of light and sky