written by: Jenny Middleton
in the infra dark of red hues
he develops photos the old way
his hands tilting dark avenues
side to side crossing, caressing
chemicals drift to oblong lakes
oddly rippling the grey-scale tones
of light to a glossed retina;
an imprinted code of vision
fished from flimsy film to frame firm
the gaze of yesterday’s wild eyes
dripping with days done and captured
for a slow show reformation.
each is pegged to dry and retell
forever that blaze of a second
live as wire crackling fresh
and kissing warmly back with life
lush with the moment.
Photography – Inkaroad / Wikipedia /
Jenny Middleton's poems have been published in various printed anthologies and online sites. Jenny studied English Literature and Drama at university and went on to study a postgraduate degree in education to qualify as a teacher; she is now a working mum. Her poems are often drawn from real experiences or inspired by artwork.
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