Sunday, December 14, 2014

Photo



Our fingers lace,
as if they were always knit;
you guide me into the street,

where centuries of secrets rise
between paving stones,
from under darkroom doors.

Like our first embrace,
my new jacket goes unnoticed 
in monochrome. 

Stolen glance ― snap! 
Your eyes flash Kodak,
encompassing everything north. 

Nothing important is exchanged; 
a few riddles, exhaled laughs, 
camera-shy smiles. 

Under a suspended crescent,
you surprise ― all quick-turn and lips ―
like the Doisneau.



tk/December 2014



Evocative monochrome read by R.A.D. Stainforth...






16 comments:

  1. This is splendid - to live a picture..

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  2. I like this so much. I can picture so many different "snapshots" from your words.

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  3. Beautiful play with words and the romance.

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  4. It was supposed to be a stolen secret....

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  5. oh...those details !

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  6. I hadn't noticed her jacket either and I love the idea of centuries of secrets embedded in the stones, in these old walls around me..... It's a beautiful picture and you've captured the instant before the flash.

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  7. Feels so organic...your poem as the Doisneau.

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  8. i love the idea of secrets being held in stone..x

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  9. "all quick-turn and lips" I love that this feels (and sounds) like the snapping a picture.

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  10. I love how you wove photography into this. Some striking lines!

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  11. I love how the streets of Paris are also a character in this poem

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  12. Very informative, keep posting such good articles, it really helps to know about things.

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  13. this is fabulous Tess- you captured so much of this image with your wonderful words! Bravo!

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  14. I loved this! An instant favourite. :)

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  15. Happy Christmas and Peaceful Yuletide to you and yours!

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Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.
― O. Henry (and me)