Lisa Maddison

Sea anemone utopia – or not

Hunger-striking, homesick sea anemones in a tank
in the wet lab, cold and light and bright
Their glass box jail balanced on a plank
 
Dangled, tempting mussels draw a blank
Rejected, dispelled, try as she might
by the hunger-striking, homesick sea anemones in a tank
 
Anemone utopia – cool and wet and damp
Regular food throughout the night
in their glass box jail balanced on a plank
 
Rocks to sit on in the water sank
not crushed together or packed in tight
These hunger-striking, homesick sea anemones in a tank
 
shrivelled trunks, tentacles lank
Hardly the picture of a utopic sight
this glass box jail balanced on a plank
 
Sea anemones longing to be back on the bank
on the rocks or the sand with the tide at its highest height
Not hunger-striking, homesick sea anemones in a tank
in their glass box jail balanced on a plank.

Lisa Maddison

Anointing the soul, anointing the earth

Undulating paper dragon with human legs
Walking, heads bent, moaning and groaning
Dancing in unison
A giving back, a thank you

Walking, heads bent, moaning and groaning
“and a bit for Pacha Mama”
A giving back, a thank you
So much to be thankful for

“and a bit for Pacha Mama”
Anointing the soul
So much to be thankful for
A connection with nature

Anointing the soul
Dancing in unison
A connection with nature
Undulating paper dragon with human legs