Cinderella’s mop,
A fish on ice.
A picture of a
Spinning top,
A neighbour’s lights.

A framed page,
A line of ancient words.
Somerset at five am,
A line of birds.

Foreheads locked
At midnight,
Spent and heavy.
All the lives that
Have been lived
Already.

Bones of sailors
Sleeping through
The ocean.
Thumbtacks sorting out
A month’s commotion.

The moon’s ghostly
Pockmarked
Other half –
Still, moving,
A rebellious photograph.