I am thrilled to be part of Paul Brookes’ Annual Poetry Month Ekphrastic Challenge. It is exciting and humbling to be inspired by and in the company of the exceptional writing of Paul Brookes, Samantha, Jay Gandhi, and Ali Jones, and the beautiful art of Jane Cornwell, every day this month. I hope you will join me for this wonderful ride!

The Wombwell Rainbow

1Treasure Hunters

“Arise, cry out in the night…Lift your hands toward Him for the life of your young children, who faint from hunger at the head of every street.” – Lamentations 2:19

Oppressor and oppressed,
Hunter and hunted,
May appear unalike. Indeed, they are.
But surface appearances
Are harder to distinguish
In dark of night,
When vibrant colors of
Royalty and wealth
Fade into commoners’ blues and greys,
Leveling the rich and poor, adult and child,
The sick and the well.
And all are finally forced to admit
The only treasure worth seeking
Is the future.



After dark, your real self rises,
slips on midnight’s cloak.
This self can do everything
the daytime you is afraid of.

One night, full moon
riding a galleon sky,
maps a star path,
to show another you.

You mount a milk white charger,
gallop out across galaxies,
plunge and land, hoof-sure

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