TINTYPES

TINTYPES

A Poem by Catherine Donavon
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Dedicated to my ancestors

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Faces frozen in sepia tone
and bound between brown leather covers
like fossils preserved in layered stone,
men, women and children stand somber
and stark as the obstinate prairie
they tilled while increasing their number.

More fruitful were they than the grim earth,
yet yielded to it one by one. They
lie decayed 'neath wind-blown dirt,
obscured in shrouds of attic dust,
but living still in blood that pulses
through beneficiaries of their lust.

© 2019 Catherine Donavon


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I still recall one my aunts pulling ancient tintype photos from an old trunk and, with great enthusiasm, showing them to the 4 or 5 year-old me. "Now, Sammy, this is your great..." At the time, I was more interested in the strangeness of those very stiff photos than who was in them. Now that I'm no longer young, I'd love to see them once again. (And scan them) Alas, no one knows (or admits to knowing) who got them when she died. Your poem is excellent in every way and stirs my own memories of dusty trunks and faces frozen in sepia tone.

Posted 6 Days Ago


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You have very moving lines of your poem. I cam feel.echoing past through the words. Ancient history of old school times. Its feel more wrote at 19 century then now. It's very refreshing writing for Web site like this. Keep writing.

Posted 4 Days Ago


A sweet nostalgia to days long gone, now in shrouds of attic dust. When I read this, it made me think of my grandmother, who was born back in 1902. I am not familiar with the "tintype" photos, but I do have black and whites with scalloped edges. Like you, I treasure them deeply! Beautiful read, Catherine.

Posted 4 Days Ago


I still recall one my aunts pulling ancient tintype photos from an old trunk and, with great enthusiasm, showing them to the 4 or 5 year-old me. "Now, Sammy, this is your great..." At the time, I was more interested in the strangeness of those very stiff photos than who was in them. Now that I'm no longer young, I'd love to see them once again. (And scan them) Alas, no one knows (or admits to knowing) who got them when she died. Your poem is excellent in every way and stirs my own memories of dusty trunks and faces frozen in sepia tone.

Posted 6 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Well, without Netflix, I guess they didn't have much else to do on those long, dark nights.

Posted 6 Days Ago


Interesting piece. Well Done.

Posted 6 Days Ago



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Catherine Donavon
Catherine Donavon

Santa Fe, NM



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I am a 71 year old woman currently living in Santa Fe, NM, but in the process of selling my home and hitting the road to live as a nomad. I am a singer/songwriter, actor, director, painter and writer... more..

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