Run Tree
Half naked across the plain
a skinny legged thief
foreign to these parts
gutted
by scheming men,
fleeing in a sun
drenched shriek
silent in guilt
to the dying din
and once proud
cattlemen.
Calligraphic
Initials anonymous in
their craftless art,
found in every botanic park,
written in city
scroll
the bleats
of love lost
by hard souls
who never did
quite
make their mark;
their bleeding hearts
carved rough
in a fit of near-dead
regard, whispering
a ghost-like glum
to those who amble closer.
Across some vast primordial expanse
Across some vast primordial expanse
we sit for a moment in delight
and dance
tremulous
to the falling
night.
Dispossessed
Standing upon the shore of your past a single tree dispossessed, near heavy stone blocks like a child would cast. Even the birds have left.
A trunk stolid and parred cuts the memory in two, gnarled by salt in the wound. What was it we tried to build upon that dry flat earth?
Time now bequeaths a fading hue, a folding horizon tucks the hot sea asleep and the blurry branches hang on, just out of reach.
I could skim a stone and pass a laugh that would kill time dead, but a long shadow lingers towards the north of west, as if to say There! there this scene wont budge, or rest, a snapped shot shut, hollowed in your convict heart.
Archival pigment ink on fine art cotton rag.
All images copyright Darren J Harris. All rights reserved.
Each photograph is for sale as a limited edition A2 size print with mat board
and the separate accompanying poem A4 size with mat board:
$400 (unframed)