Noémi László (1973- ) “High Shadow”

That first surgery wasn’t one.
There stood mother, all I feared.
After the fall I checked the wound,
And left it in the mirror’s memory.

I never made it all the way round morning.
Sometimes noon would take till midnight.
I hardly dared laugh. And by the time
They extracted all the shards

The shadow was already climbing high
Up the houses and the ten horse-chestnuts.
The evening was as fresh as the scar,
And a few more things no longer mine.


About ophis

All photographs on abstractbudapest and all translations on onewideexpanse by Jim Tucker, and may be freely shared. Please include a link to this page. If you would like a TIFF file for enlarged printing, just drop me an email.
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