There was the smell, the smell of film, as I popped the lid, removed it from its plastic canister, and loaded it, all fingers and thumbs, threading the leader, winding it on, praying it had caught, but scared to open the camera for fear of spoiling it.
I guessed at focus and exposure, each click captured a slice of light, but I never knew for certain if, by skill or luck, I had caught that Kodak moment, until weeks later when I opened the envelope, like a Christmas present, hoping that it wasn’t blank, or blurred, or beheaded, and was rewarded with a smile that I valued enough to write the name of it’s owner on the back and stick it in an album full of smiles.
Irish poet, who spent his early years in Belfast and now lives in Coleraine with his wife and 2 children. His first collection "Thomas" was published by Lapwing in 2005, and his second collection "Black Eyed Peace" has just been published. It is available as either a free eBook or in traditional printed format. His work has been widely published in magazines, anthologies, and on-line. His work has also been broadcast and published by the BBC and a number of his poems have achieved competition success. He has been involved with the Ballymoney Writers for over 15 years and has edited and published 3 collections of their work.
I open my eyes trying to pull- in his sweetness closer. And as his laughter darts away- I wake up to reality’s punchline. Time may have set us apart- but here I am lost and clueless. As he speaks words
When your eyes sparkle lips are flooded with smile thousand floodlights brighten your face I find my spring in you. The world quickly changes hues time gets a pair of wings warmth of passion engulfs as mist our hearts sing
What we do today will be planted for life and soon cultivate Hopefully into something we love and pray we’ll not hate It could be for someone we know or soon gladly meet Always treading fertile ground on our swift
I have been having people young and matured around With feelings and motives each has a different ground I searched among them an ideal which mind conceived But whenever I stopped thinking in someone I achieved Journey not ended an