A flash solarizes the darkness, making it stylish as a  violin concerto
Backed up plates clatter in their racks under an indigo awning
What’s dark in the dark room, is room to smell the chemicals
Under a brave red light of  a district of negatives, she feels hot
But no one is there, except dreams emerging, the fixative is old
The submerged energies founder under the tongs
Out of focus, a touch smeared, a hair in the shutter
Minutiae of red dust mites, lens fungus and other calamities

Superimpose, crushing her figure into a landscape
It would have been good
A cemetery of perfection
His pen striking the contact sheet
Corrosive as words.

Image and poem Veronica Aldous 2016 all rights reserved


About Veronica Aldous

Writer and artist, Veronica is a lecturer is Fine Art and Creative Writing. Her first book of poems, 'Moon Cinema' is now available on Now there is also 'Mortal' her second book.
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