Thoughts on the similarities between the poems of Mina Loy and the photographs of Francesca Woodman

A wild Magik of distracted moments

 The fearless void seer

                        The formless Unfurled Everything

Uprooted exposed

Bold moon lovers

Summer sealed them, loosed from storage jars of night fevered essence

Imaginings screel up glowing

To break the frame to expose new visions from fronds that stretch to touch the hand

To give so dusty and breathless that holding it was never possible.

Lichens, lagoons and mangrove swamps 

Alligator’s eye the midnight owls’ wing flips the switch

To you looking up from inside ghostly waters