DARK FRUITS
Fulsome, the 4 limbed urchin nymph
Waits...
Breath is still
The air stale
She chews on bark
She marks her trail
She is nature
And
It is she
Dark fruits grow heavy
In this dying tree
Her limbs are strong, sleek
Supple
Her breasts hang low
Hair beyond bad day
Ruffled... Her hands are delicate
Slow
She is nature
And
It is she
Dark fruits grow heavy
In this dying tree
Her teeth are sharp
Her eyes are keen
She forgets nothing
Her heart it bleeds
For all of those she lost
The lovers
The babies
The kin
She is awash
With loneliness
But moves on
She is nature
And
It is she
Dark fruits grow heavy
In this dying tree
I wrote this poem a few months ago after having a really vivid, in fact quite lucid dream about living in a kind of post apocalyptic world, where everything was dead or dying, where although it was not made explicit, I had lost everything I once held dear; loved ones, a sense of home, care about social niceties, as in I was starkers, crawling through the woods, pissing against trees and eating stuff off the floor... Haha, maybe it was a prophetic dream about the UK post Brexit.. mmm...or perhaps the world post environmental catastrophe... I think we all have a survivor deep within us, many people never have to really engage that aspect of themselves, most of us in the developed world never to the extent in my dream or poem but it's not that far off really from how the people, children, women, men, families, living through the terrors we see in Syria currently have to experience and endure. I often wonder how do these people cope, mentally with the reality of witnessing so much trauma and devastation, with seeing their loved ones die, running and not knowing if that is even the correct thing to do... I simply cannot comprehend. Maybe, similarly to my dream, they cope by pushing the pain down, locking it up and focus on getting from a to b, focus on survival...
The video was a dance piece I did in my 'wedding dress' in my favourite graveyard (again)... Have never been married and have no desire to be anyone's wife, not even the man I loves but I like the symbolism behind this item of clothing..and seems poetic somehow to be dancing in a landscape of the dead whilst wearing it.
