Ekphrasis task

Planes:

The shadows lay themselves upon us
And etch white lines below my eyes;
I remember the fear on their faces in that movie,
And the sounds that stayed with me that night.
I see tin and wet wool, lips caked in dust
But I feel so far from the planet that haunts me-
the blurring edges that haunt all of us.
No matter how much we try to remember,
We always forget their true shape,
The dints and the divets that made them,
That set us firmly into this place.
I dream, sometimes, of what it is like,
But I think I'm only one of a few.
When I fear I am fearing it all,
Not honing my eyes to hate only them,
I try not to let my trembling fear
escape my trembling hands-
I don't want to send spears into the air
not knowing where they may land.
I am fearing and fearing
just what it is that we might do
again.

Deeper (delving)

Past names and numbers and words and labels, I found better words that seemed to fit a little tighter, I waded through them and tried to sift out my own to present to her. When have we gone deep enough, down and in and through enough to say we know? We know one thing at one time about one person who is ever morphing into other people. We are trying to reach into the bottom of a box that has no walls, whose wood is soft like water and dances around our fingers. We are always under the surface, bubbles floating from our lips and rising, rising, rising to the names and numbers and words above.

Bio

Sidney is a 21-year-old Melbourne based writer currently in her second year of Creative Writing and French at RMIT University. She likes to make things unnecessarily hard for herself and share her baking, most of which is procrasti-baking the night before assignments are due. Through her work she seeks to explore themes of identity, femininity and mental health. Expressing herself through poetry is a form of personal healing and she hopes others find peace in her words. Indecision is a big issue for her and her list of favourite authors is constantly being revised. She admires writers who challenge the rules of their form and go against the commercialised novel form. Her work can be found in The Gazette, Vantage Point and on the Glen Eira Literary Awards site.

Marcus: an image

They tell me I look younger than I am 

and I wish I were 

new and eight again,

air gushing into my cheeks 

as I fall 

earthwards

and see the hope 

and destruction

cycling around one another, 

weaving like rodents 

in the dark. 

Subtly curls over my tongue

and I like the way the B slips 

like a marble down my throat 

and lies with all the words 

I'll never know

and all the lies 

I've ever told 

and am I a man 

in every language? 

The creativity of my mother 

and my sister 

and my aunts 

evades me 

as I circle in wires and rules of reality 

in this sekai 

and its plans and my plans 

for me 

laid out in code 

and my own code of secrecy. 

Teach your age to me, Sempai 

and I'll give you my young time 

in breath and 

words of kind 

and consideration so easy 

to fly home 

and be bedded in 

all that I know but still, 

I am holding 

all that I've learnt being gone. 

Reflection on interview