Riddle (2nd October, 2014) – for National Poetry Day

I cannot keep hold of you;

you slip and slide -

like spilt mercury, you just divide;

ungraspable, each chance denied.

I pursue each glimpse of you;

you try to hide

like a clever fox, this huntress blind;

uncatchable, hard to make mine.

I cannot keep sight of you;

you fool the eye

like a silver fish in shallow light;

indistinguishable, reflected shine.

And finally, I lose you;

you seal the lie

like a dark shadow against blackened night;

undefinable. I’m out of time.

by Jennifer Pickup