Inspiration can come at unexpected times. I was exhausted last night, in pyjamas and ready for bed, when the idea for a poem hit me.
It was a gentle blow, not a fist or a slap. I got out the pen and paper. Here is the result.
This is christyb, and the sleep had to wait its turn.
The Left Side
He took the camera,
Held it close to her face,
Captured her lips, her left cheek,
The freckle by her nose.
A left-side portrait, he called it,
Half a face,
For her it was half a connection.
He sent her the photo,
An attachment in an email
Titled “You Halfway”,
And hasn’t seen her since.
No calls, no late night visits for popcorn,
No hands dipping into bags of chocolate-covered almonds.
He’s sure she’s been at work,
Or eating popcorn on her own again,
But he wants to see her again,
He wants to take a photo of her other side.
He wonders if there is another freckle on her right-hand side,
He wonders if she wants to show it to him,
He wonders who is photographing her today.
©2012 Christy Birmingham