Compromise – after Forrest Picnic, by Clare Dawdry and Geoff Forrest He wanted a hamper to carry with him, she wanted bowls of blue, he wanted a stick to sling over his shoulder, she wanted a shape her hands knew, he wanted to weave them together, she wanted to plant them to ground, his edges changed with the fickle of wind, her
Wings – after Paper Shoes (Dragonfly) by Isabell Buenz She wanted paper shoes for her wedding, so that when the day was over, she’d feel earth beneath her soles, the sharp gravel on the path to her new front door. But her pair grew dragonfly wings, conical heels the length of her body, hovering in air above the dance floor. Her husband put fl
Wigtown Pippins What will become of our pippins Planted for reasons of our own To take scrabbled root on rocky soil And bear fruit when we are gone Become an ancient variety ourselves Black and white images Archived for future generations How will we celebrate our being Our livings, longings and belongings The fruitfulness of our days In Cro
Joy Division after the work of Hilary McElderry Life was never black and white, If only it had been. Separated from others, And within myself; A cruel cut. Slashed diagonally across – One side open, bold, The rhythms flowed; Shapes rounded, And there – The tale of a whale Breaking the surface of the sea. But th
“I’ve brought you a paper flower.” (inspired by Paper Flowers by Isabelle Buenz) There was a knocking at the door. The girl opened it, saw who was standing there, and promptly shut it again. “Wait,” the young man said, wedging a foot between the door and the frame. She waited. He rummaged in the plastic bag he was hold
Long Meg and her Daughters (inspired by Long Meg and her Daughters by Sarah Keast) Long Meg and her daughters stand in what once was moorland and is now just a field, and they stand and they wait. (Like many standing stones, they aren’t really sure what they’re waiting for, but they wait anyway.) Long Meg knows what she is waiting for;
Inspired by Geoff Forrest He wove her a basket that was purposefully off-kilter. He wove her a bell which spiralled and spiralled. He wove her a boat, he wove her a fish. He wove brown willow, he wove green willow. She broke the basket, she lost the bell. She burned the boat, she filleted the fish. He wove her a heart, and waited.