A Photograph
written by: Lori Marchesin
I am holding your hand.
Bizarre!
It seems our hands were not used
only to point accusing fingers.
On my finger, the ring shines,
untouched by blemish;
smooth and golden it refracts
haloed light.
Revealing!
It seems I was blind
for a period in my life.
I am smiling.
Lips curve upward, shape an arc,
target all planets known.
Uncommon!
It seems I had a winning inclination
in the past.
My eyes, submerged
in a river of expectations,
glowed on the opposite bank.
Connecting!
It seems I believed in your ferryman’s ability.
You are not present in the photo.
Only your shadow, a game of the sun,
and your hand that won’t set mine free.
Lori Marchesin (pen name abroad: Paula Grenside) has been writing stories and poems for a long time. She usually composes her poems in English and then translates them into Italian too. Her poems are present in online magazines and anthologies.
Latest posts by Lori Marchesin (see all)
- A Photograph - January 12, 2025
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- Here and There - July 22, 2024
