FEATHERS FALL

As usual the photographs bear no connection to the poem.
This time a revised poem. You can read the earlier draft here.

he walks down the street

going to the supermarket

in his hands

bag and shopping list

but in his head

- an asteroid is towed towards Metaluna

the magnetic field glows, bright red and

he’s looking Eli Wallach in the eye

We deal in lead mister

while the boat burns

as the black bird disappears

then she’s just taken that photograph

the one of the last supper

with the camera her mother gave her

and the feathers fall

almost drifting out of the silvered screen

he’s watching her face

something has changed

the impatient world interrupts

and now he must choose a cabbage

as the onions clamour for his attention

Essentially the punctuation has been removed but is is the better for that.
This second poem has had the layout changed from the first draft. 
Thanks to the Secret Poets for their insightful feedback.
A couple of superfluous words have been removed  and one line rewritten.

Poem for Sheila

brittle as bone china

ever more fragile

she tells me what she sees

it is not my reality

I am glad she is talking

attempt to see her reality

I’ve known her half my lifetime

so I can follow the clues

gently we talk

until head bowed

she slips into sleep

the magazine falls from her hand

We had a discussion about whether the word brittle was suitable because it could be interpreted as implying hardness, which is the last word I would use to describe Sheila. It has stayed in the poem. Our thoughts are still with Ryley Walker. Get better soon.

 Until next time.