The Dark Room
by Elizabeth Challinor
The metaphor
Doesn't work so well
Anymore
We all take photos
On our mobile phones
But still...
Remember the dark room
with its dim red light?
Preserving our memories
In the thick of night
Protecting them from
the destructive intrusion
of bright white revelation
Don't open the camera
You'll ruin the film!
It is fun
To smile and share instantly
Across the globe
But the sanctuary of the dark room
Remains
Lodged
Eternally
In the rib cage of my chest
