Saturday, December 18, 2010

Herring Warehouses, No.5


PHOTOGRAPHER'S JOURNAL:


Shadow Dance

I retreat further in.

Passages turn
intersect,
hop
building to building.
Each breach
is a fissure of slime
where one hears the tidewater's
angry slap,
and things of the underdock
and their tidal minions
rise and creep,
scamper and leap,
noiselessly rock
in furtive contemplations.

2 comments:

Trotter said...

Hi Ted! Great to have you back!! And with the fabulous shots you take...

Blogtrotter Two is moving south on the Nile: water, greenery and desert… Enjoy and have a great week!

Ted Roth said...

I assure you, I'm glad to be back. Thanks for the visit.