Fairytales for a Mended Earth

I fly the gilded gullies of my glide
Sun-spectacled guardian of the green,
Where old dreams are weighed, balanced and
Tossed to the clouds

Where the proof is in the planting-
Secondary
Regeneration of my rooted cousins
Who cradle me in their bent arms.

I am the eyes of the liquid light
The tongue of a people
As old as a circle

Full of the symbols of the sun.

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Gold-wing, Fairytales for a Mended Earth, 2011
Drawing on glasshouse, light

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This piece was born out of two research trips to the endangered cloud forests of Ecuador and involved extensive research into the endemic orchids growing in this fragile eco-system.

I developed a narrative poem incorporating the voices of three characters: Little Dragon, Gold-wing and The Dancer. The above excerpt is taken from the character of Gold-wing.