Taken by a Reservoir Somewhere up North

Piece of nonsense started in 1970, completed in 2015


The photograph got to him 
from way back,
homing in 
from an unromantic evening,
typically late fifties:

its dab of sunset 
fit for a Woolworth’s painting
hunkering down 
behind louring dark rocks, 

and, oh no, oh no,

reminding him 
of the sting of cheap shampoo 
from her dishevelled hair,
and coming away  
none-the-wiser 
after not blunting an old penknife 
on the rough sandstone 
not bearing their names 
longer than themselves.

Still the wry chuckle of water,
the sky red-faced with sniggering,
and the embarrassment of hair 
stranded in time with a dull face,
unenhanced by a life-time’s exposure.

No wonder the old photograph
turned sour in his hands –
in a postmodernist sort of way.

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© Nemo 2020
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Ionicus

This piece of nonsense – your words Gerald, not mine – makes some sort of sense in as much as one can see that it is about reminiscences of a not altogether successful outing with a girl – no oil painting by the sound of it – but what I found a bit confusing is what brought about those memories. Was it a photograph of a cheap reproduction of a painting (Woolworth’s), or are those references unrelated?

E-Griff

A little confusing but interesting.

ps, I think the word is spelt ‘lowering’ (pronounced louring..)

Sweetwater

I enjoyed this, I liked all the different images, the dark heaviness of the rocks with the softness of hair, the chuckle of water and the red-faced sky. 🙂 Sue.

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