Cinema Screen Poem by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond

Cinema Screen

Rating: 2.5


Light's patterns freeze:
Frost on our faces.
Light's pollen sifts
Through the lids of our eyes ...

Light sinks and rusts
In water; is broken
By glass ... rests
On deserted dust.

Light lies like torn
Paper in corners:
A rock-pool's pledge
Of the sea's return.

Light, wrenched at the edges
By wind, looks down
At itself in wrinkled
Mirrors from bridges.

Light thinly unweaves
Itself through darkness
Like foam's unknotting
Strings in waves ...

Now light is again
Accumulated
Swords against us ...
Now it is gone.


Submitted by Stephen Fryer

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Alexander Julian 13 November 2019

Clips do make up the scene.

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