Ekphrasis

Blues Fade to Frost

2nd Saturday prompt: let the image lead you

Wallpaper by Susan Wilkinson on Unsplash

bones made of water, veins spewing fire — my fingers reach to grasp
but my blues inundate any remaining crimsons simmering inside

out, out, I cry, as the spots, seeming to swallow each other whole
turn to beasts — expanding/contracting, panning in/panning out of…