i stalked through the streets of the Plateau
following the spoor of a prey
only my eyes
and the eyes of my camera could see
i love uncovering the secrets of Montreal this way
shooting and framing it for my pleasure
exposing something only my eye spots
in a sea of overflowing stimuli
traces of love
the traces of love called to me, beckoned
a curious stamp on different textured surfaces
stone, wood, brick – anywhere there was a small free space
a bleeding heart that smudged
when quickly and surreptitiously splashed
onto the walls
by the nimble hands of the graffiti artist
bam bam bam
love love love was here
and is now gone
Who was the lover?
and who was the beloved?
my camera continued to follow the trail
hoping for more clues
capturing the evidence
traces of pain
all along the same stretch of funky boutiques, used book and cd shops
and other arty little curiosities
i found a twin trail following the love
the trail of pain
a shocking spray paint gash of a band-aid
covering what i wondered
band-aid after band-aid after band-aid
i captured all these jewelled badges
this gaudy rainbow of pain
the trail of pain crying out
for just a kiss
to make it all better
a week later
i head back to the scene
to check what happened to the traces
the traces of pain
being made of a more stubborn substance
remain in their flashy glory
the traces of love
have been washed away
by an uncaring hand
who only saw the ugliness of insidious art
and not the tenderness of the hand
that had created it
time passes
one day, much to my surprise
i find a band-aid slashing a wall
just around the corner
from where i live
oh yes there is pain here
and somehow the pain knew
it would be welcome
close to home.
*** Angel
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Angel, i loved the poems, as a group they flow together so well.
ReplyDeletei know where of you speak, i grew up in Montreal, in point st. charles, then n.d.g., and finally the west island. Montreal still holds a very special place in my soul.
the series of poems, are well titled, and some of the lines are just brilliant, and wonderful.
"following the spoor of a prey
only my eyes
and the eyes of my camera could see"
great line!!
"a bleeding heart that smudged"
that fragment is so evocative.!!
"this gaudy rainbow of pain"
again so evocative, and rich.!!
"the traces of pain
being made of a more stubborn substance"
again what a wonderful image.
thank you i really enjoyed this read.
Ah finbar, thank you so much for your kind words on my poem.
ReplyDeleteComing from you, that is quite the compliment.
Angel :)