A Missing Photograph

A morning lost in reflection
And small talk, where answers
Are offered before questions are asked – –

Where ancient anecdotes draw blank faces
Through unvaried retelling – –
Your voice guides me to a room

Filled with cobwebbed memories
And dead spiders – –
You stare at me

Through a beam of dust
Young and framed
Six feet above the ground – –

There is no smile on your face:
Annoyed by your mother’s refusal to let
You wear that long skirt

You had designed and stitched yourself
“Protecting” you, you said, from the overfriendly
Photographer’s sepia-toned gaze – –

I must now liberate you from this glass cell
And let you out on your last parole
To visit your parents and your husband

Residing, dear mother, in the timeless family album.

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About VijayNair

I retired as Associate Professor, Department of English, Government Victoria College Palakkad, Kerala. I taught English Language and Literature in various colleges for 31 years. My Ph.D. thesis was on the plays of Wole Soyinka. My collections of verse include "The City and the Hermitage" (1988), "Doors Swing Open" (2008), "Eyes" (2010) and "Whispers of Light in Darkness" (2013). My poems have also appeared in the International Anthologies "I am a Poet" (2013), "With Love" (2013), "Synthesis" (2014) "Poetic Symphonies" (2015) and "Heavenly Hymns" (2015).

8 thoughts on “A Missing Photograph

  1. Amita Paul

    An Apostrophe Poem addressed to the narrator’s mother in a cryptic dramatic monologue , through an old sepia tinted photograph full of wistful nostalgia.

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  2. Nalini Srivastava

    Albums tell deep toned stories,so does cobwebbed rooms.Reminded me of the poem ‘A Photograph ‘ by Shirley Toulsen. Beautiful work,quite photogenic.

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  3. Madhumathy

    The poem is a page out of the album of memories where the poet is liberating noostalgia from its glass frame. Beautiful !!

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