The Blind Photographer

He doesn’t see me
standing by his side,
each alone together.
I am entirely his;
now it’s everything else
he wants to capture

the abandoned toy
the sunset
the crimson rose hips
a passing dog

he no longer covets 
the curve of my neck
nor the place at the base
of my throat where once
he lightly traced his finger,
smiling.

He sees 

the fly-tipped microwave
the coming rain
a stone
a feather
the cloud of flies at the sewage works 

he does not see 
that I want to be subject
to his fascinated gaze
to be seen again
even as we age

the broken doll
the moss-covered tyre
the beach
its groynes
the bladderwrack
the ragwort growing in concrete cracks
his shadow

my back.


3.2.21

Photo by Diego PH on Unsplash

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Poet, artist and singer. I am an ecobard :)

4 thoughts on “The Blind Photographer

    1. Thank you for reading 🙂 I think many of us can be guilty of this now we all have smartphones too. I’ve taken to leaving mine at home, or just appreciating a beautiful moment and allowing it to ‘pass’ unrecorded except for in my memory – like we used to. How many thousands of pictures do I have backed up to Google Photos that I have forgotten? Taking up server space, using electricity to keep the servers cool…!!

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  1. Ahh, beautiful and sad. I never thought of all my never looked out photos on the cloud taking up electricity just the cool the servers!! Another good reason to leave the camera at home. x

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