Reflecting, the world is not as it seems. Appearing static on the great flow, images distorted, golden lines blurred, wrinkled colours shiver in my eyes.
A vague impression of what really is the shimmering surface hiding darkness below, in the cool depth another world lives. Where our survival, impossible while other life thrives in a cold realm.
For those moments, illusory time that held me captive, I fell in love with Narcissus’ trap, the vision on the surface.
I knew it was a passing flirtation of light, I was happy to believe, to escape the up standing world and accept the lie, of the reversal of life on a river that runs to the city and sea.
My form beneath hardened blackreticulate limbs joined in purpose stability in the pores of the earththe unseen strength of surviving. Storms rock and leave […]
Duffcarrig Rocks Beach, 20th May 2018 A conversation, enquiry taken by the breeze.Strip of shingle, shards of shells, stones in shivering pool.Rods […]