I want to stand in History’s shadow

and place the aged and disfigured photograph

of a previous voyage next to one

taken today,

the same spot, the same pose and perhaps

the same smile from bright blue eyes,

but withered by Time, the crunch back position

held aloft by determination and bugger it attitude;

I want, I desire, covet in all its glory

to stand where history’s shadow once fell

and see the world from that angle

once more.

 

From that crooked display of fighting Time,

of allowing the sepia memory captured by

roll of film and borrowed camera…

I will take on Time, I will breathe fire

whilst the coal in my heart slowly diminishes,

I will allow the fire, the bellowing of passion

to be triggered every day

and as the coal turns to dust

and so therefore must I;

I will create inferno and blaze with

a ruptured glory, I will detonate

the grenade at the heart of Time

and smile as the spirit ignites,

I will see a picture taken in yet more ports

and scream abuse and defiance at more clustered storms,

I will create Time.

 

Dedicated To Paula Kelly who first saw the Fire.

Ian D. Hall 2015