Leith Maguire, Landscape 1, 2019, ink on paper, 56 x 76 cm. Photo: Matthew Stanton

Leith Maguire, Landscape 1, 2019, ink on paper, 56 x 76 cm. Photo: Matthew Stanton

Buried,

and yet—

the busyness of bulbs,

roots, spores, under-earth chat

starts and ends here

you know

—earthen

disassembly

patience, love

Kite string

umbilical

And,
        oh—

Bones

prisonbreak

Dandelion seed cells

puff, tumble. Breeze

spread,

caught

lashes, fur, hairpin bloom

Taste, touch wind

sing. Salt-lick

beast

ink-feathered

screech

flying

flying

up, through—

 

Buried,

and yet—

rewilded remembrance:

the electric earth

too is home

before

will be

once more

only—

with next pale breath

               —to forget.

Susie Thatcher