ageing without clause 220724
Ageing Without Clause 220724
Harbouring few views is the one you see, your loungeroom furniture threadbare like the lawn you
look out at, your tilting naval-ship wallpaper as disorientating as the pale ceiling-ed sky, those masts
and chimney stacks background behind the wire
baskets that hold your things, the knickknacks and souvenirs, the incidentals so that you wonder if your weeping eye can unstick its barnacle gaze, smelted against a crystal-love that has surely
disturbed the rain. You listen for the shrill call of plovers, sigh as you
fight against long seconds, your children teetering
in you like a shiver, their incandescent selves glowing like a hologram. And pillow-hardened, tooth-ground,
you don’t speak of wanting—when once you would
have mentioned so much now there’s nothing you
know, except that uncertainty parades, pure and unmitigated, swirling at your feet.
photos in response to a poem
from the wonderful sj finn
ageing without clause 220724
Ageing Without Clause 220724
Harbouring few views is the one you see, your loungeroom furniture threadbare like the lawn you
look out at, your tilting naval-ship wallpaper as disorientating as the pale ceiling-ed sky, those masts
and chimney stacks background behind the wire
baskets that hold your things, the knickknacks and souvenirs, the incidentals so that you wonder if your weeping eye can unstick its barnacle gaze, smelted against a crystal-love that has surely
disturbed the rain. You listen for the shrill call of plovers, sigh as you
fight against long seconds, your children teetering
in you like a shiver, their incandescent selves glowing like a hologram. And pillow-hardened, tooth-ground,
you don’t speak of wanting—when once you would
have mentioned so much now there’s nothing you
know, except that uncertainty parades, pure and unmitigated, swirling at your feet.
photos in response to a poem
from the wonderful sj finn