The snow drifts silently down,

feather touch, soft and beautiful

against the flash of the camera

which lights up the scene in Sefton Park.

An everyday photograph of a park bench

in winter, deserted, surrounded by claustrophobic emptiness,

by time standing still and in the distance

a bell calls the man home, a clock

striking midnight, magic happens

in dark lonely places, as the man

pulls his coat tight around his snow covered shoulders,

and it wouldn’t be till the morning,

when the man returned to the scene

through one inch screen, where he saw

the enigmatic angel formed of

snow drift, smile at him in the dark,

her blonde hair

shaking loose the night

and sit comfortably on the end

of the park bench, waiting

to be seen again.

 

Inspired by the photography of Gianni Bianchia and the angel made of snow, Helen Maher.

Ian D. Hall 2018