Perhaps a spirit has been stolen when the shutter snaps
Taking a split second of light and freezing it on a flat
surface;
Even if it is a scene and not a portrait,
Ariel, imprisoned in a tree, was freed.
Thus a spirit is engraved and exposed
To my eye, as a memory is to my mind,
Point of view and visage, stage and curtain,
Intercepted and pinned,
Like butterflies caught in a net,
Like words held to a page,
Each fleet-footed spark
Catches fire and burns away
The lost and unseen ashes
From which the image can rise again
From the depths of light.
© cmheuer,
2014
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