Erika Cann
(Still life) (Words)
The peak of the hill
Channeling the flow
Glinting off the granitic surface
Down and down
Into the depths of the city
Grate as gateway
No slow soaking into the soils
Hurtling down streamlined pipes of PVC
A gateway for us to listen to the land
Ear to the ground
Pressed against the metal grid
Can you hear the underground histories
From the bedrock, fossilising secrets
Listen to the systems below the surface
Flowing and bubbling
Churning and gargling stories of the deep past
Emerging and erupting
Magma in our imaginations
The volcano runs deep below the city
Waiting in dormancy…
Channeling the flow
Glinting off the granitic surface
Down and down
Into the depths of the city
Grate as gateway
No slow soaking into the soils
Hurtling down streamlined pipes of PVC
A gateway for us to listen to the land
Ear to the ground
Pressed against the metal grid
Can you hear the underground histories
From the bedrock, fossilising secrets
Listen to the systems below the surface
Flowing and bubbling
Churning and gargling stories of the deep past
Emerging and erupting
Magma in our imaginations
The volcano runs deep below the city
Waiting in dormancy…
I chose 'dare' because I wanted to present this comparison back to the city - what marks will we leave on the land that follows? And how do these layered histories create a sense of place in the urban environment as we know it today?"
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