Ange’s beautiful and evocative prize winning poem published here for the first time.
Digitised Slides (Sonnet)
I look at the screen filled by image: bright
’68, translucent, from dusty slide,
From shabby box, stashed long ago from sight.,
Appearing now so close, though long denied.
Is this now and time itself a fiction?
Surely, then exists in present instant:
Glowing faithful lovers sure in action,
You and me, youthful and free, not distant.
No. This is faraway when, a story
Still unfolded. The babies unborn yet
From the curving stomach; now unsurely
Recollected, though each’s future set.
Retrospectives newly gleam in gloom
Of later life that stole up far too soon.
By Ange Grunsell ©2014