She looks so tiny, there, next to her Prince,
in the twilight, coloured paper catches
the light from the lens of a camera.

She looks so scared, there, holding a baby
while he holds another, impossibly young,
but already the light has dimmed

Getting dimmer and dimmer
three blond babes, and she is alone
wearing cinders on her shoes

The camera is a trickery, it catches
smiles, but also lies
the light is a mockery
and it dies and dies

Oh Sweet Lord, someone hold me
before another picture is distorted
and another lie is told.

Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-05-06 at 17:31

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this Elle a photo is just a snapshot
of a live. Only exposing the reality of
the what could have been in our imaginations.
Regards Alan

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is wonderful, Elle. Itís very sad to look at old photographs, knowing what was to come.

This for me has many thought provoking moments of possible, life, loss, infidelity. Once a photograph is taken there can be many reminders of its reality, unseen by others, good to read your work as always Elle.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi Elle,

I've been reading this over and over. The words, "and she is alone," become louder, more insistent, almost a cry, as I read.

I doubt my images match your intention, but the images I do have are taking me into places of my own, unsettled places, while I imagine the vision and events and timeline in your words.

Thank you for sharing this,