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GIRL SONG
UNITED FALL

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

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