Unravelling knots

Large turquoise skies

The colour of old urns

Turned into monolith slabs

Watching over those

Triangles in the snow

Unravelling into

Loose ends

The story unfolds

Canvas stretched to the bare bones

Of old boats

Now you are here

Reclining on a chair

Not a peeling orange chair

As I misunderstood

But peeling an orange

All but back there

In a bare room

High above

A small town in France

The story unfolds

Canvas stretched to the bare bones

Of cold ropes

Here, in this echoing hall

Full up with the sharing of

Accidental anecdotes

This Chatham sound

Some memories we carry with us

Some we throw, dead weights

Like divers to the bottom of the ocean

Pulling through the paint

At the knots and undercurrents

This pared down room

Skinned orange

Hung with so few pictures

A book on a settle to tell the rest

Tying it all together

While the paint drips

Unravelling knots