A poetic reading of Emyln Price's photographs by Lloyd Godman

 

The effort of moving into a shared relationship

Hard edged like black and white
The projection strikes a loud note on the thick bell of reality
He who was once here is gone
in the last pull of the bell cord, the dog we once shared
has left too
he walked from the confines of the frame

the wall is plain white again
no decoration adorns the surface
no possessions or clutter
there is silence, a soft zen
less to clean, to care for or worry about
only the empty wall a small table to dust
to converse with

ruptured relationships die hard