Revisionist Poetry – “A Photograph of Scent” – Into The Heart, v.4

The photographer descends
into the heart of the rose,
where the blossom turns inward
and every petal seems to listen.

There is no need for colour now.
The bloom speaks in fragrance,
in velvet edge, in fragile fold,
in the slow opening of its own astonishment.

Through the lens he gathers
what the eye alone cannot hold:
the soft architecture of scent,
the pulse of living form,
the hidden splendour of becoming.

And for a moment we are carried
beyond the surface of things,
into a realm where the flower is both itself
and a doorway.