I began a new section of my creative writing course a couple of weeks ago. We were writing about talismans, and this came out. I haven't edited it much. Comments, please.
DIGGING
Digging through the box
faded paper envelopes
bright colors faded
mixing in with
the negatives
Digging
digging down through layers
of dust and years
seasons on leaves
pages turning in
a book
Digging down
easy
like yeilding soil
pictures
stick together
hanging on walls in my mind
my cousins and I smile
the shutter opens
letting in light
the camera's metal aperture
a black hole
and here I am
on the other side
digging
digging through a box
the shoes worn and gone
there's Dad, still some black
in his wavy hair
large glasses
robe and pajamas
on Christmas morning
there's me
eyes flash red
engineer cap tilted
on my head
a train circles the track
digging,
digging and putting back
layers of light and years
in the box
in the closet
as new light
wanders in
1 comment:
I really like the repetition with "digging" -- and the image of the conductor's cap as well as the camera. Very nice!
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