the first was a school chum’s brother,
and terrified,
I avoided the corner of our house closest to theirs
and walked on the other side of the street to school
I was eight, maybe
all the photos of Philip were hazy, out of focus
I noticed that pattern recurring
in year books and albums:
the ones who die early
cannot be photographed
or maybe that is only my
memory
x
16 comments:
The fear of the unknown is well expressed here.
Wow, this is a powerful piece of writing, Isabel.
I love that second stanza.
True - a powerful piece. Well crafted.
This one gives me a chill. I like the direction you went with it. Eerie.
Isabel,
Brilliant use of allusion. Really nicely done.
This is deep, Isabel. Got me thinking--could it be true after all?
So well done, Isabel. Makes one remember being eight, and afraid. Loved the part of him looking hazy in photographs. Wow.
Isabel,
You have expressed and captured this memory very well indeed.
Eileen
Guy Ritchie, Quentin...everybody
This should be the opening scene of a movie!
Please!
Well done, Isabel.
Frightening and powerful words. Wow.
Very sad and evocative. Good to read.
Thanks.
Matthew
moving...
lovely done.
perhaps we all become hazy
This is magnificent, and the effect is heightened by the clever choice of image. Even so, it stands well by itself. As Old Ollie says, it is well crafted. Congratulations.
Isabel,
YOU exposed the raw nerve of loss. This was really WELL DONE! I really loved it~
Again, powerful, vivid...even the hazy. You are a brilliant poet.
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