Experimental

Globed

Flocks of wings against a dove grey sky.

Space and air lifting me up. Wet, beads and clear rivulets layers on the ground. No feet below me only the idea of being there. Half complete transport that shows darkness next to light always.

Wet slate and pebbles, fronds of livid vegetation like mint sprigs on a plate. Fresh and beautiful globed by this sky.

                                Eyes wide and cool seeing perfectly for hours.

I can’t imagine what it would be like to move in my space. It wouldn’t be swooping or floating but maybe navigating.

It would move with me and I could discover new angles and depths. Pixels spreading around corners and holes. I am scared to move, I take my eyes off of the sky and miss the dark clouds of drizzle wander in.

                                                             If I was to move I would go to that sandy rock peer into the pool and discover settled there a red crab with black tips on the claws and a smooth shell. Alone in a clear sandy pool by the sandy rock. Alone here.

  Could I share this place, bring love and our lives. Here faults matter. The light would show every bump and crease. Where nature takes advantage of our greasy bodies and breeds in hair follicles. Our lips would redden and crack. I have no flesh here. The world rolls with me if I move.

This globe shares itself with me, I was bought here. How can I share it if I myself was invited? We can’t do that. The world rolls on and I stay still. My mind told me from bits of life constructed so perfectly.

So under threat.

                            I want to use the water, to have it run on my skin in streams and              thread the ferns into crowns to float them gently along the rivers.

If I do I know what will happen. It will look incomplete, soon stony shores with dirt. Cigarette plastic, ripped and angular floating invisible except gold tips and beads of drizzle. Milky way wrapper, creased with white gambols past towards a sandy rock and finally my world is real.

Eleanor Carter

About the Author

Eleanor is reading for an MA in Theatre and Performance at the University of Sheffield. She has written and produced for dramatrack and has been an active member of SutCo culminating in producing Road in May 2006. She is also currently working as a deputy stage manager at The Crucible and is working on an art’s project for original writing and contemporary performance for events in 2007.