The blackness of the band at the picture's middle,
Constricting the figure, is certain
To catch the eye. The source
Of light, concealed behind the backdrop,
Imbues the central subject with a halo.
Her two pastel subordinates angle in,
The smallest obscured by a scarlet thing
Yet smaller from the six-foot vantage
Of the photographer,
Who, in the image qua image,
Does not exist; without whom,
What it contains must cease to be.
1 comment:
i like the last stanza a lot...interesting way to think about it
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