Monday, 12 October 2020

# 294 - a tumble through the ash -- ekphrastic for Luke Sciberras’ ‘White Christmas’, Bell, NSW (2019)

 



13.x.20

294

a tumble through the ash

 

ekphrastic for Luke Sciberras’ ‘White Christmas’, Bell, NSW (2019)

 

and follow not to name the colours

but say the charcoal under

and tell away the grey

 

that’s time

and the sky in its folds

 

scratch till track

take these bones

 

lines of green gone

and further still

feed on what’s yet to grow

 

where no hand

but the eye in trust

there is a this way up

still dizzy

a breath until the breeze

 

will rain fall to this?

it’s as if there were the one day

not a thing alive

but all are yet to wake 







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