Instructions to the Camera Operator
Three scenes
Falling
From behind, the heels rushing away
The camera tilts
A shot of the sky
Twisting sea cartwheels in
The falling man
Strand
Wet hair emerges from the surf
A wave on rocks
Sand leeching with withdrawing water
A flailing hand
Litter blowing on the beach
Trouble
A stern, pinched face
The canteen gush of steam beyond
My pink-pale childish cheek
Small fingers clutching each other
A long thin pair of hands clapping before the child’s nose.
(This poem was from an exercise taught as part of the 'Red Sky Sessions' run by Apples and Snakes. They are currently taking applications for their newest skills development programme, here)
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Conor Darrall
Short-stories, poetry and random scribblings. Irish traditional musician, sword student, draoi and strange egg. Bipolar/ADD. Currently querying my novel 'The Forgotten 47' - @conordarrall / www.conordarrall.com
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