Maria Creech: 'Here'
| If you were here, Autumn Would be A sea Of green Leaves Would Whisper Under the weight Of my foot Oranges Would taste savoury Marmite, Sweet Honey, Bitter Red Would Lose Its Urgency, Softly Caressing My eye The air Would be Thick as treacle, Clouds, Iron fists The sun, A solid, white tennis ball. | XXXXXXX | The barking dog Would be Blissfully Curled up In a ball On the curb The downy hair Protecting my arms Would grow So long I could plait it, Weave it, Wear it Like armour The bed Would remain A sanctuary. I’d reach out To touch you, Position My head In its rightful place, The dip In your chest Space And Time Would be Forever suspended, Our bodies Intertwined, Fossilised, Forever Here. |
Maria Creech is in her first year of a PhD studentship with Cardiff University and Imperial War Museum. She is currently researching the photographic and textual representation of the 'Emergency' wars.
