by Louis Antonelli
for Ida Lupino
Held by a fascination,
I first looked when I was very young
a child, wanting to be held up
to see over the top
it was then that I saw a face with eyes
set in a solitary stare, alone
in a corner of an empty room
the eyes looked at me with a modern love
and from that moment
I learned that blue is a character
a fixed form on a spiral wheel
as it should be
part of daily reality, and caring not
who I was or where I came
but it mattered so little
the face of stark beauty, I loved
a face, not touched or held
but caressed with purest light and wrapped
in darkest shadow,
as it will always be
held by a fascination,
of what lives between the minutes
an intangible face, loved as only it can be
forever seen
in the camera eye
view
Last updated June 25, 2016