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Glossopteris bands of earth etch the transantarctic ranges cold geological burials we are linked through the exoskeletal - cambrian shells coil, mineralised bodies, the trilobite antarctica pours its skin off whorls the oceans Full poem and images found at Verity La 2017 https://verityla.com/2017/12/04/glossopteris-sophie-finlay Antarctic plateau a tinge distils to cerulean, lenses glanced light. scraped surface blows over rock by the circumpolar. I dream of night when stars become flowers, vines sprout and reach for powder. the axis of the poles like a machine, hums the magnetic field into being. antarctica has drawn strings out of me. the waxed plain, an impossible longing to know the centre. Published in Meanjin Summer 2017 https://meanjin.com.au/poetry/antarctic-plateau I Buried My Poem
I found a place under the gums and I buried my poem in the earth. I imagined that over time the words would disintegrate into the dirt and the roots would feed on them. Slowly the trunks and the leaves would be nourished by this burial. Words should be transmutable I thought. I think about the buried poem all the time, its secret harboured in the dark soil, melding into damp shreds, and the words, slipping into oblivion. ‘I Buried My Poem’ - Highly Commended ‘Antarctica’ - Commended WB Yeats Poetry Prize 2013 WB Yeats Poetry Prize 2013 - Judges Report: https://www.wbyeatspoetryprize.com/2013_judges_report “I Buried My Poem imagines a haunting kind of reverse alchemy by which her poem, her words, may transmute into soil and become a source of nourishment for plants. The speaker finds a deep satisfaction in yielding her poem up to the universal life processes and celebrates this manifestation as more desirable than its prior existence as the expression of an individual consciousness.” |