the waters of your face

Where Once The Waters Of Your Face by Dylan Thomas
"Where once the waters of your face
Spun to my screws, your dry ghost blows,
The dead turns up its eye;
Where once the mermen through your ice
Pushed up their hair, the dry wind steers
Through salt and root and roe.

Where once your green knots sank their splice
Into the tided cord, there goes
The green unraveller,
His scissors oiled, his knife hung loose
To cut the channels at their source
And lay the wet fruits low.

Invisible, your clocking tides
Break on the lovebeds of the weeds;
The weed of love's left dry;
There round about your stones the shades
Of children go who, from their voids,
Cry to the dolphined sea.

Dry as a tomb, your coloured lids
Shall not be latched while magic glides
Sage on the earth and sky;
There shall be corals in your beds
There shall be serpents in your tides,
Till all our sea-faiths die."

I always need a little poetry...
Photo by Jenny Zwick, styling and editing by Mandy Greer

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Taken at Discovery Park, Seattle

Crocheting with Mandy Greer, for the project "Mater Matrix Mother and Medium", an interactive, process-based art installation

Commissioned with Seattle Public Utilities 1% for Art Funds, and Administered by the Seattle Office of Arts & Cultural Affairs

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