On a bright winter’s day, grasses shrubbery and
dandelions glisten and glow, reclaiming space
through gaps in the fencing. Neighbours’ cats
can be seen escaping into the void basking in
their own urban wilderness. Past memories of my
own childhood mingle with a sense of hope into
the future.
Beneath the surface are layers of waste, labour,
weathered ground, soil, microorganisms, fossils,
stories, memories and dreams all encapsulated
in deep geological time.
Peculiar constellations forge a kinship, living
beings emerge, entangled futures make themselves
evident.
Ghosts linger here amongst the wasteland,
we are not alone.
A flock of starlings burst through tall
grasses, as my foot plunges into unstable
grounds. They circle overhead like particles
suspended in light, dark and brilliant all at
once.
I follow drawn in a trance ,
,
,
,
,
,
deeper into void.
Moving away from the site’s boundaries a
strange stillness pervails. Beautiful yet
eerie, it feels almost sacred. Here, in
the silence, I am lost, adrift, transcending
through otherworlds.
My eyes squint, a glaring light blurs my
vision. This is an ancient light, a cosmic
celestial fire, reaching out for billions
of years. Imprinting itself on my retina.
As my eyes dilate, becoming accustomed to
their surroundings, visions begin emerging
through the smoky fog of the Samhain night.
wild flames dance before me
ancestral memory transformed
into the present
ancestral memory transformed
into the present