Written by Elanor Rose
And there, in the midst of it all,
in the palm of my hand,
in among the creases and folds,
(where once I had my fortune told)
was a video. And it flashed red, green.
And it showed me a world,
it showed me a place I had not yet seen
(both unfamiliar and exotic it seemed)
but before long it faded to black
and showed me myself.
But I seemed so still and pale.
I thought of turning and twisting,
of staying silent, burning all bridges,
until there were no known fords.
That was not my way.
I set the video down dead
and gazed closer at the
head – heart – life
and embraced the fears
once forged by fair hand
and traced them all round until
my index became still
and I had found an end.
Elanor’s wonderful poem, Video, was written as a reflection on our society’s relationship with technology, with an intense obsession of the future and what we will find, develop and create. Oddly, her inspiration for this particular piece was sitting down to trace the lines of her hand – this was such a simple pleasure, we couldn’t help but choose it in our selection for this month. If you liked Elanor’s writing, make sure you check out her lovely poem, Sheffield Steel.
[…] poetry, check out some of her others too, such as ‘Sheffield Steel‘ and ‘Video‘. Also, Happy Birthday, Elanor! Have a great […]