The memory is black and white
and fading at the edges,
glimpsed through a peephole of time.
She recalls the creak and scratch
of wooden planks and his straw hat,
the candy floss awe of the crowd inside,
and the flap of canvas above their heads.
That’s enough when you can’t afford a ticket
but you can feel the jump of his heart
and the echo of his long-dead heat.
Kim M. Russell, 2018
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Camera FLASH!
Kerry says it’s time to strike a pose again. As always, our photographic challenge for February comes with a wide angle and any filter of our choosing.