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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…..

Seed poem detail

Seed poem detail

Seed poem detail

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.

waiting, still, in the dark

 

waiting, still, in the dark

 

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.