The Dark Room

The Dark Room

by Elizabeth Challinor

The metaphor

Doesn't work so well


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




In the rib cage of my chest

Elizabeth Challinor