An Irregular Room

The photo takes me there
To the back verandah
Hot like a preheated oven
And green like mashed peas

A technicolour hammock
Your hair like tilled earth
Swing, swing you said
And I obliged with a kick of my foot

A bank of swishing, shaded green shrubs
Make a ceilingless wall
Fringed by emerald sky
And buzzing, cut grass

A hopeful face pops up
Canine eyes like melted carob buds
Begging to rise and swing too
But happy to bathe in sun and attention

Weightless in your arms
I see a bird perched high up
It’s like he’s here with me
within these irregular walls

Two smiling young faces
Oblivious to moments ahead
Only swaying back and forth
Like fan-blown muslin

It’s a room I don’t want to leave
So I will look
at no more photos
today.

An Irregular Room

IdKid

Sydney, Australia

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Artist's Description

Some moments when captured remain fresh like they’ll snap with crispness. This piece describes one of these moments.

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