After Stephen Ratcliffe

Horizon line shimmers
At edge of light
Umbra calls echo 

         Branch’s horizontal intrusion
         Or is it claw?

          Not even quite white or blue
         Turquoise smudge winks

Fading pink fingers of mist
Evanescent liquid dissolving
Moment of change

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For years, Stephen Ratcliffe has written a daily poem based on a photograph of the view from  his window. He posts his new poems with accompanying photograph on his blog. A fifith, 1000-page set of the works, without images, has just been published by Eclipse Editions as sound of wave in channel . My poem is based on one of his photographs and the form he uses in the  sound of wave series.