Kevin Cowdall

Freshman - 503 Points (02/02/1959 / Liverpool)

The Photograph - Poem by Kevin Cowdall

The photograph lay
Dusty and aged,
Upon a shelf,

I found it one day,
Curled and faded,
Between two volumes
Of Shelley.

The images stood and stared,
Transfixed in time.
You and I,

In a forest clearing.
A summer's evening long ago,
Turned to autumn
By the passing of time.

And memory fades too -
Grows dusty with age.
I had forgotten that day,
Until now.

Then the front door opened
And I heard you come in,
Shaking the rain from your coat
And calling my name,

So I returned the photograph
To the arms of the poet;
Secure, preserved.
Memories for another day.

Topic(s) of this poem: memories, photographs

Form: Prose Poem

Poet's Notes about The Poem

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 3, 2017

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