The Frame Sculptor
The opening is like an out of body
Bergman on his own self analysis couch.
He’s a cunning light thief, this man;
all calculated optics and Rembrandt line.
The way he renders distilled theatre
fox like—coaxing the eyeball with
steel retina and well tempered Leica.
An unflinching countenance set
against an expanse of stark dimension,
right down to the nitty gritty of
deep tones with a grainy backbeat.
©️Orion Foote, 2022
Visions of Orion Poetry 