• 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