Rockface

Don't look now, but someone's watching.
Keen expressions haunt the rocks.
Eyes are everywhere about, though
no-one speaks; their silence mocks.

Don't look now, but more strange faces
follow every move you make.
Eyes are panning, slowly, slowly:
nothing's missed, make no mistake.

Don't look now, but in the rockface
stony faces leer and poke
their tongues at you, when you're not looking;
see you as a walking joke.

If you do look, in a second,
will you find a single face?
No, the rocks will keep their secret,
not one eye about the place.

© Celia Warren 2021

This was inspired by a walk in Prince Consort Gardens in Weston-super-Mare this morning. The Extras are of the full harvest moon, taken last night, and the yellow rosebuds (like those in my wedding bouquet) that Mr PP gave me yesterday on our 46th wedding anniversary.

Another day of warm sunshine and blue skies. What a lovely September!