Emma George, October 2nd – 15th, 2021

I began my residency with the statement ‘what if my voice had validity.’ Everything I created stemmed from this premise.
I began work on a lyric essay for my PhD in Creative Writing Plymouth.

I explored Sappho, the poet of antiquity whose work only exists in fragments. I created fragments from Sappho and my own life and wrote them on thick paper that I left under rocks in Priests Cove to explore how things can be transformed, become others.

Equinox prayers in the last gasp of summer

Moving through a morning field of dew the crane flies rise

and seem like dandelion clocks, but leggy and winged

they wisp and scatter like seeds, and what if prayers were visible

 

and the motion of my boots could create something so audacious

as to navigate wind. Prayers revealing how one thing becomes another

just by the act of observing, as the flustering, blinking flower of the ivy

 

becomes a cluster of red admirals flourishing and swirling in chiffon

ripping like the end of summer. Strewn in the brambles of still blackening

berries, gossamer flung creations with a magician brooding in the centre,

 

I blow gently with my terrible power and she trembles and scuttles,

with a body that looks like the face of a lion If blessing could be audible,

the bees are swarming behind the hedgerow, our last direct line to God,

 

we stand in the centre point on this see-saw of a field the sea shrugs ahead

like a pole that is visible and the moonrises in the place where sun rises

and it’s swollen and golden and my words rise and dissolve like crane flies

 

maybe we too are in the act of becoming, If everything that mattered

was tangible we’d be swamped with blessings, plagued with prayer,

but there’s hope everywhere, like the group of young scientists

 

with their foot squares, isn’t to categorize and examine,

a form of love, itself a prayer.

in the shifting light.

 

Emma George 2022

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