Photo album

[eclipse]

I managed to save your halo

before they lowered you into

the grave,the sound of mourners

tears echoed across the devils

rooftop and the wind blew open

the pages of the photo album of

my mind pictures were burned by

the fires of time. From the

funeral I returned home to the

drone of hailstones hitting the roof.

My skeleton heart sought proof and

nourishment in the moonlit walks

across the Humber bridge of our

youth. A page of photographs was

missing the light failed and the

moon was revealed by clouds passing-

you joined me for a night time walk

across the bridge in a moving photograph.

[Benjamin]

I like this: The mood is explicit and yet at the same time has a tacit quality about it. I frequently use the bridge which is a well known beauty spot; although more than 200 incidents of people jumping or falling from the bridge have taken place since it was opened in 1981. B.

[David W. Parsley]

Melancholy, contemplative, evocative, nostalgic. I like it, Barry. Particularly nice is the sense of preservation in the memory, the sense of continuity.

 

- Dave

[JoelJosol]

The recollection was placed in the context of the surreal.

 

(Eclipse, I was just distracted by the "pictures were burned" part. I had a hard time imagining being in an album but burned. Possibly fragments?)