image: “Chronicle” by Ruth Bavetta
Caption from left to right
Two chaps in blue converse.
Why is the road closed?
I’ve no idea – there are no workmen, no machines —
only a barrier to progress and a couple of cones.
Pompous midlifer stares and smoulders,
disconnected from the scene
or is he? He could be earwigging the pair in front.
Lady in lilac takes no photos
She’d look better in a skirt than those shorts.
Her hands stuffed in pockets widen the hips.
She pays rapt attention to her young companion
who pays none at all to her
but contemplates the bushy middle distance.
And the last chap’s in a puzzle,
trying to work out why the hell
all these unrelated figures
make up such a satisfying image.
What is it about?
This is my feeble attempt at an ekphrastic poem, as prompted by Miz Quickly