Lyrics
The sun falls on grass so green
You and me, our love is supreme
Forest dense, look up, trees soar
Brush of skin, rush of heat, want more
Such a time the world is cast anew
Summer moon hangs low it glows
In the dark, thoughts of you, they flow
Write your name bold in the sand
Make a wish want to hold your hand
Such a time the world is cast anew
Each verse tells a story. The first is a love story. It’s about making love. By a river. In a forest. An early exercise asked participants to respond to the idea of place.
- Name a place where you felt safe
- Name a place where you felt wild
- Name the place where you feel most like yourself
- Name the place where you spend the most time
- Name the place that you’d like to spend more time
Barbara’s response to the place where she felt wild brought back a memory of a time with her husband.
Barbara’s words
Wild
In the forest, with my husband.
Haiku
The dark dense forest,
Yellow sun squeezing through trees
Only us around
She talked of the excitement of the trip. How she prepared a picnic. How she wanted everything to be perfect. She didn’t need words. Her face when she spoke about it told the story. The second verse is also about love. But it’s about love after loss. Michelle wrote these words in response to the prompt, SPACE.
Michelle's Words
Space.
I want to find nice places. Going for walks every night with me sister. On Friday night we went to Britta’s Beach, me mam, sister, daughter and cousin. Lashed on flip flops and walked in the lashing rain, nobody there, wrote Happy Birthday Stella in the sand, we might have been on the moon. Stella is dead you see.
What is striking about this moment is its sense of joy. The simplicity of the act of remembrance, marking a moment of acceptance perhaps, a realisation that a peace has been made with this new reality.
Little ones sit to my left
We are safe can now take a breath
Leave behind failure and shame
I am strong I reclaim my name
Such a time the world is cast anew
Hospital blanket of blue
Here to say last goodbye to you
You tell me, precious is love
Don’t look back, in sadness, white dove
Such a time the world is cast anew
The third verse very definitely charts a moment after a storm. A literal moment of flight. A woman and her children sit on a plane having left an unhealthy relationship. This is a moment out of time. There had to have been so many moments before this that were full of fear and doubt. But all of those feelings have subsided. And in their place a calm. Strength.
The fourth verse belongs to Joyce who wrote in response to the colour BLUE.
Joyce’s words
BLUE
Hospital blanket of blue,
Covering my lovely Dad,
Time to say our last goodbye
The last verse belongs to everyone. In some ways it reflects on the process of participating in the project. It describes a million small moments when we can step outside of our everyday lives and come to terms with what has happened. Imagine, perhaps, a new way of being. For isn’t that why we come together to play? To respond to prompts about SPACE, and PLACE, and COLOUR? To watch a play or a film unfold or lose ourselves between the covers of a book. This last verse then honours moments of artistic respite. When we escape into our imaginations and dream of other realities.
Turn a page, flicker, light ray
Lose myself and the world fades away
Feel my heart, reach for new skies
I am new, lone wolf, no ties
Out of time to breathe the world anew
Out of time to breathe the world anew