Kapulco
“Doppler Descending”
PhotoArt
Inspiration piece

Eels
Myfanwy Fox
Response

This sun-splashed Severn pool
descends to other worlds
where caddis larvæ lie
deep
as eels slip, lithely splicing
silted alder roots.

Over many months glass eels
journey from their spawnings,
distant in the Sargasso Sea,
nursed on the Gulf Stream.

Elvers fatten twenty years
on nightly farmland foraging,
evading otter, mink and heron;
ready, silver-ripe, moon-eyed,
to re-cross the Atlantic.

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Myfanwy Fox
“Forest Flowers”
Inspiration piece

Universal Undermining
By Kapulco
Response

Deep-beneath two moons,
around an iconic building,
grow alien buttercups.
Each flower, gravitationally-wrenched
toward galactic rock,
as if trying to populate an inert world
with yellow-green botany:
a Genesis Project?

Via zenith-point, above Ewoks’ kirk,
orbits a rock-moon, clad in methane-ice:
chilled, dead, pre-Genesis;
it glints blue, reflecting a cobalt star.

Cloaked behind:
an android moon,
of sterile-intelligent construct,
lies silently preying – Trappist Mantis.

Terrestrially, as buttercups juxtapose trees;
Stormtroopers confront teddy bears.
Whilst deep-above conscience, renegade twins –
each of whom would destroy Rome –
don sheep’s wool against long, cold nights.

Below, populations seek gods’ minds;
above, duoprescent deities of Ice and Hell-Fire
track buttercups to freeze, burn, destroy.

Ice, metal, flesh –
a cosmic rock, paper, scissors –
is eternally played.

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Canopy Of Dreams
by Kapulco

(Inspiration Piece)

Living
by Myfanwy Fox

(Response Piece)

Beneath layered eons’
mulch: post holes, now filled
with soil; evidence
of humanity
long since buried; structure
destroyed by death watch
larvae from within.

An age forgotten
in our sophisticated
maturity.

Uncovered by my
archaeological trowel wounds
gape beneath heartwoods’
ticking. Coffin-ready.

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Rain Lances Roiling Darkness
by Kapulco

(Response Piece)

Stormy Skies
by Myfanwy Fox

(Inspiration piece)

Rain lances roiling darkness
dawn cannot penetrate;
sleet scours tiles,
savages crannies,
rattles my foundations.

Trapped, penned,
my imagination –
I Wish …
upon a screen.

Grass swathes dance;
billowing hillside pastures sway,
tossed by vicious gusts;
wind-whipped willows promise
secrets;
rushes whisper at the spring;
bloated cumuli sag valiantly
dripping life across piercing heights.

I climb.

Arms raised skyward, yearning.
Are you seeking me, too?
fingers stretch to touch …
mist.

We might both be reaching
for this heaven
but neither grasping it.

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