My grandfather was an image hunter
Polaroids, home movies, mischievous snaps;
His silken, ninja quickness made us chunter
Muttering as he captured our lives’ maps
I seldom complained, for his work held fast
The wild torrent of temporality
Few moments through which we pour really last
But thanks to him, my erstwhile self I see
A small, smiling splasher, giggling mad
Surrounded by my sweetly swimming aunts
Blue dreams of mermaids I had often had
They splashed into being, as his stills grant
I did not imagine or dream their laughs
They swim still, through his summer photographs
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (6)
This is superb! The type of poem I want to be immersed in! Hypnotic writing, D.J.!
I like the feel of this one - it’s very warm and nostalgic. Still learning words ;) I had to look up chunter (not to be confused with chunder!) 😁 Excellent sonnet D.J.
Oooo, this reminded me of the moving photographs in Harry Potter. Loved your poem
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So comforting and gorgeously written.
This was beautiful and soothing in a breezy, wavy way.
Beautiful.