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...
This is splendid - to live a picture..
ReplyDeleteI like this so much. I can picture so many different "snapshots" from your words.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful play with words and the romance.
ReplyDeleteIt was supposed to be a stolen secret....
ReplyDeleteoh...those details !
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteSuch gorgeous imagery Tess! <3
ReplyDeleteFeels so organic...your poem as the Doisneau.
ReplyDeletei love the idea of secrets being held in stone..x
ReplyDelete"all quick-turn and lips" I love that this feels (and sounds) like the snapping a picture.
ReplyDeleteI love how you wove photography into this. Some striking lines!
ReplyDeleteI love how the streets of Paris are also a character in this poem
ReplyDeleteVery informative, keep posting such good articles, it really helps to know about things.
ReplyDeletethis is fabulous Tess- you captured so much of this image with your wonderful words! Bravo!
ReplyDeleteI loved this! An instant favourite. :)
ReplyDeleteHappy Christmas and Peaceful Yuletide to you and yours!
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