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Paradox

I feel like I am a ghost

Drifting about in my own memories

Why is it that easy

To wander about in the past

Why is it that each recollection

Has become as painful

As an embedded shard of glass

It now seems routine

That I revisit old haunts

I used to know

Closer than my own heart

I have become a paradox of scars

That l live with each day

It is not only blood

That runs in my veins

But a river of loss

 

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This image is from a series of photographs that I took at Alfriston Church in Sussex, UK, on a cold, windy day in October. I have mentioned before that I felt an unease at this place, and I think the images are a reflection of that. I wondered if anything or anybody could truly be at rest here, as this feeling came from some disturbance older than the church, embedded in the landscape, it seemed to me.

The weather added to my unsettled feeling, the wind swirling around the church, which is positioned on older sacred ground. The landscape seemed to attract as well as repel.

 

I have chosen to pair this image with Mozart: Requiem in D Minor, K. 626 - I. Introitus. Requiem aeternam. Please click on the link below for an immersive experience.

 

youtu.be/pBGVfwOLU1w

 

If you would like to see more of my work, have a look at my website at:

 

www.shelleyturnerpoetpix.com

 

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Uploaded on March 15, 2023
Taken on October 19, 2020