Sunday blessing #6

The photographs are my own.  The poetry is from the cloud appreciation society

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From Anne Connolly

Edinburgh, Scotland

Shuttered

I captured clouds

shapeshifters since the eye of time

blinked open

on a curved horizon.

H2O breathed

into the sky

chased by the wind,

illumined by the sun

so that they trailed their cloaks,

red matadors

to tantalise

the night.

But captured clouds

remain the same essential solvency

frozen by the shutter.

I did not mean to steal

their radiant breath

siphoned through lens

to finish

motionless

and matt corralled

on paper.

I should set them free

to roam again the wild ethereal plains

of cumulus and nimbus

where they could change

to storm clouds,

great herds of rain

heading

to arid Africa

or snowladen

crown

the high

Ben Nevis.

© Aine 1995

(copied from the cloud appreciation society)