genevieve-carroll | p o e t r y

The Awkward Conversation

(texts on the floor)

This hard soil of rebirth.

Will we talk about it?

The muscle, the sky and the earth.

Of my lofty perch, blood red with disquiet,

And the sinewy games, buried in darkness.

For a yellow strand embellished, holds yet.

It is I who excavates crafted consciousness

To the passage of plump, digging brown blue.

Away from the death of this variegated mess.

And the silver chilled spoon soured through,

Upon the cypress floors splintering yawn.

Guile at a watery pocket vase that you grew,

Rains a momento in falling carcasses at dusk

And leaves me to wallpaper, particles of husk.

EXHIBITED: West of Central, Bathurst Regional Art Gallery 2023 and published Artist Profile Issue 5 Insight - Poem

back to home

We just want to throw flowers at the world

CEMENTA Kandos Text and sculpture 2015

The Bedspread of Natural History

( a bee lamenting )

SUMMER

My mouth is full of the honest primrose night

With a slowing clock

delicate and accomplished

cross pollinating

AUTUMN

I imagine ticking soft shadows of air

with coarse black wings

While grass persists to remain awake for an hour

WINTER

I did not imagine this slow frost stone sustaining a secret

Strategic terrain

the crinkled spark

My thoughts are walking round the table

SPRING

Curvature of drunken bees on the landscape floor

time lays in a short line

my only familiar scent is that of a flowering curtain

Performed Western Plains Cultural Centre DubbGroup Exhibition : The Wattle Room Chapter 6 - The Bedspread of Natural History

The world now needs empathy like a gossamer thread flung Poetry installation Hill End for National Parks 'End Festival '