Friday, January 11, 2008


Untitled photo & poem by stringbeanjean from Haunt Me

the most memorable winter
i could still run
hard ground, no gloves
i don't know if he believed in heaven or not and i dared not ask and he could not speak
i was hungry but did not want to go home
i started to believe at some point that i was my father, not just like him
of course i imagine him under the ground, no doubt so does she but all we talk about are the hyacinths and miniature daffodils that make his bed
always coming back to this / these thoughts / this field / that day
winter sun / son in my eyes

Nicky Peacock, known on the web as stringbeanjean & princess_die, uses words & pixels to make images that tease & stab like remembered dreams.

See the original photo & poem at her blog, Haunt Me.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

a lovely bedtime surprise..

night night heathcliffe