POLAROID 

 

Camera stands to capture
all the memory cannot hold.

Stand. Strike. Flash
before we fade.

I hold a younger you
in my older hands;

lips
just settling after a smile
and your eyes;

forever with questions
I couldn’t answer

and now
all that stands
is our silence;

for the voice
is never part of the Polaroid.

 

All words by Damien B. Donnelly.

Photograph taken at the Irving Penn exhibition at Grand Palais Paris

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