I’ve been wanting to:
Work in the third dimension, more.
Build things.
Construct them like one would a house.
I dreamt of a flower necklace, a few months ago.
One that could sit with tactile and dimensional form in
the suprasternal notch at the base of my throat.
A throat flower.
[a friend asked me, “what will you make next…”
i told him, “a large flower that settles here (i raised my hands to my throat) and then falls down in lengths of draping chain to here (i raised my hands to my core)…”]
AND THEN I DID.
INSPIRED BY:
i will wade out
till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
i will take the sun in my mouth and
leap into the ripe air
One who wears snail shells for shoes.
The one who has silver hair that flashes green in the dark night waves.
It’s a necklace for a prairie child.
A girl who knows where the crocus bloom.
A girl who pins her hair up with shards of the Northern lights.
It’s a necklace for a mountain darling.
The one who runs the slopes barefoot in alpine sun.
The one who roots the conifers deeper when she takes a moment to embrace a tree
and commands the sky pilot to burst purple.
A throat flower.
To sit over the box that holds your voice;
a steady and strong lexical charm.
