Floral Organs (a history of fire)

Sophie Finlay

 

deep red swells from skin

an eyelid opens black

 

how deep do the roots go —

where is the tap?

 

the shutter mouths of stomata pinch the sun

as air dries

as the blue dawn snaps

 

leaves narrow to stretched tears

flash light, tinkling molecules

 

then measure the years of fire

in waist-high wattle

being reveals in shattered yellow

 

offerings of dust

to charm beaks and tongues

 

wade the undergrowth

wind stems through fingers

 

my arms cover

leafed,   heavy with particles

 

somewhere in the connections

of receptors and cells and secretions

 

they remember

daily red-shifts of light

pronouncing the orbit

 

and another light –

the muscle of flame, to deepen black trunks

 

they like the woodlands

they like to be entangled

 

swollen organs wait to erupt

raise oil and wax to red winds

 

blackened liquid can bleed from wounds

and time leaks from my body in a dark artery

 

 

Sophie Finlay is a visual artist and poet. Her poetry is published in Meanjin, Australian Poetry Journal, Cordite Poetry Review, Otoliths, Enchanted Verses, Verity La, and Shaping the Fractured Self (UWAP). She has been a finalist in several art prizes including the prestigious John Leslie Art Prize.

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