Day 4 of the Photography Challenge, a triptych, with enormous thanks for a wonderful poem to Pippa Little on National Poetry Day Holdfast You are the farthest north of your life. He breaks a lichen stem from its silver birch, Lays it in your hand. You have the urge To fling it down, let its soft white Bleached-out corsage slip away But something halts you : turning it over Now you see dung-brown velvet of cast-off antler – All’s slant here, you think, the way You can only see some stars by squinting – Then remember that city tree, grown Through the metal frame of its sapling home So wire curls burst from the bark in shark-tooth glinting: What began as cradle turned to cage. It’s attachment shapes us most, he says. An addendum on the images: this is not a forest, this is the derelict Victoria Quay in central Greenock, on show at Beacon Arts Centre, with thanks to Julie Ellen.
Posted on: Thu, 02 Oct 2014 08:27:06 +0000
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