Be vast,
Wind your endless self with ease around the starry twitching and rough bulk of satellite studded space. Breathe and pull the heave of this perpetual planetary grasp to your now-paused heart, rest brave as a bird settled in the clutch of its own feathers all night. Joanna Banks; Hand open on the wing and scanning the wall-scape; Her bones rove forth Palm stroking periphery From inside a greying concrete hide Pitched to contain the wonderful beast The heat Of the field Purring through its own dark door. As kind as steel As clean-up methodically executed. Two figures begin to talk of work in my head The fragility of honouring self-worth. What is all this dark matter strewn on the ground – hair? Stranded and slick it glitters like oil Or the discarded unspun innards of vhs tapes. Justine Cooper Like wax caught in water Falling, cool Prince of her own timing In gold and rose flamboyant Stephanie Dufresne Crimson, entering, ripping the tinsel time with affection Separate sentry; a whirling moon Tumbling silver branches of song. Grace Cahill Girl field, intricate astronaut, step and a presence surely revealing order; Feathered head-dress, Swirling wall-daub Before sudden and full of blue Her eyes alert to you. Emma for DRAFF Girl Song by Emma Martin / United Fall ran at the Samuel Beckett Theatre as part of the Dublin Theatre Festival until October 8th. Image: Luca Truffarelli
Posted: 10 October 2017 |