Rorschach Ink Stain
The steps were wet after the morning rain
As we tried to capture a spider’s web.
The light wasn’t right so we shot in vain
Like flies we’d been captured by that cobweb,
So soon our morale was at a low ebb.
We looked around for something to capture
Discarding all hopes for that spider’s web
We looked down and we both sighed in rapture
A splash of colour, a Rorschach ink stain
A leaf on the steps – wet, red and arcane.
© G.s.k. ‘15
This was rather a difficult form to write … but Elliot rightly said: “Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.”
OctPoWriMo Day 13
Poet's Corner 