the geometry of the viewfinder
framing fields of textured time
mottled hues encompassed
by pristine forms
proud palimpsests of light
their monumental majesty
jarring against the jagged
patina of age
eroded veneers expose
rough stony hearts
as ruins reclaim
their unadulterated forms
those textures of tranquility
hiding a weather-beaten past
architectural motifs
yearning for anonymous fame
in a solitary sepia world
fragile immensity
framing frames
in shadow filled
volumes of history
space palpably expressed
in an eternity of stone
caught in a
mutable modern-day medium
David Nightingale |