Earth soil seed….
Month: January 2017
seed
I’ve been in the studio this week sticking and pasting using newspaper. I’m making a banner (of a kind) with the poem I wrote earlier in the month. I’ve completed all the words which makes it about 14 foot long…..



winter january
I’ve been making a new website over the last few weeks, it is getting there structurally, still more content to add. I’ve been doing some writing too…… I’m working on some pieces based on a poem ‘Seed’ (see below) which is inspired by winter.


Seed
These
words
start from the bottom,
deep in the earth, where it is dark and quiet.
Waiting still
in the dark.
A sigh
and a wiggle of the toes
but still
in the dark.
Listening
for sounds that may
or may not grow
into a symphony….perhaps.
Still, in the dark,
Winter cold eats into toes, that feel the deep dark soil
that catches between them, like sand on a beach
scratching a sound in the dark.
waiting still, in the dark,
Asleep in the comfort of velvet soil
warm and soft where the wood sap seeps.
Why would any seed want to grow?
But as growing
is
swelling, resting, resting, resting, gaining, moving, pushing,
call it what you will…
Moving through and up and out
What could stop it?
Still in the dark
Then
When comfort’s seen
it slaps the face
like an old wet fish
and anger roars from its slumber
thrashing and howling like a small child that doesn’t know what anger is.
And so words
grow like body or mind, out of the ground and from that darkness into
light.