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  November 2013
volume 10 number 2
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  home   (archived)
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  Lynn Albanese
  Jonathan Beale
  Michael Caylo-Baradi
  Charles Claymore
  Christiane Conésa-Bostock
  Flavia Cosma
  Gareth Davies
  Diane Dehler
  Maurice Devitt
  Tyler Dupuis
  Sabrina Edwards
  Neil Ellman
  R.M. Engelhardt
  Rebecca Gimblett
  Jeffrey Graessley
  John Grey
  James Hall
  A J Huffman
  Lee Mason
  Deborah McCreath-Akbar
  Tom O'Reilly
  Angel Uriel Perales
  Frank Praeger
  Kevin Ridgeway
  Walter Ruhlmann
  Howard Sage
  John Saunders
  Allen Taylor
  Sarah Thursday
  Philomena van Rijswijk
  Daniela Voicu
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Gareth Davies
November 2013



art by paradoxius

    Gareth Davies is a performance poet with a passion for story, poetry, communication, and transformation. His present work includes presentations, performance poetry and story on a wide range of themes from cats to cooking to Celtic myth.
    "I am self-employed as Poetry In Motion, bringing poetry and story to life with performance, readings, image and media. I collaborate with musicians, dance and visual artists to encourage engagement, involvement and community. To see a range of my work in words and pictures, please see my Facebook Page, The Naked Word. I am based in Powys, Wales and am happy to travel to events and performance anywhere in the UK and elsewhere."
The Naked Word



I Have Not Photographed

I have not photographed
The first taste of honey
The first wild strawberry
The first touch of sunlight
On pale winter skin
Nor the smell of the rain
On parched earth

Nor have I correctly exposed
The finger of God
In a basin of light
The kiss of the shadows
In the velvet of night
Nor the sound of the surge of the sea
Through needles of rock
In fathoms of blackness
And phantoms of white

The camera never lied
Nor saw , nor heard
A journey of echoes
A cathedral of trees
A path to a time before time
Through wild rocky places
And green hollows
To an emerald pool
To a bed and a blanket of leaves

A failure to frame
A whisper in the dark
A candle
A stolen kiss
The flicker of flame
In cold champagne
And your outrageous Yes!

In the call of the drums
In the beautiful silence
In the diamond in the dark of the eye
In a snatch of song
I will remember
An altar of barbed wire and roses
A temple of time condensed
A dance to inspire
To call in the fire
With sudden, surprising success

No images returned
Of the hum of the drum
The staccato gun
Nor the heat in the beat in the bones in the feet
And the eyes meet
Heart, hands, hips, released I have ceased
My hesitation

But neglected to photograph
The curl of the wind
Over warm slopes and sculpted rocks
The curve of the wing
The ease of the red kite
On a breath
Nor have I condensed
The cauldron of stars
The circle round the fire
The Chinese lantern
Lit and lifted to high skies
Like sunrise at midnight

All this
I have not photographed
So that now
I will remember.

copyright 2009 Gareth Davies