I find at first only spoil and aftermath —
A few failing crops, this earth that binds nothing but the cold stones
and fists of frost in June
its life away.
And then to sink my hands into the earth to find beneath it
new harsher symptoms —
a body bleeding out
boils of blood in every sunken well, and then above
the lambs already still at birth
and out to sea
each lighthouse burning.
with support from
A work in progress. New poetry in performance. The land that sank beneath the waves between Cornwall and Brittany is raised up again in a new collaboration between Théâtre Volière, West Country poet and environmentalist
Sophia Brumfitt and Dhevdas Nair workshop music for Lyonesse