Poem by Nazish Majid inspired by the work of Sam Laughlin in JPAwards 2018
You stare at me long enough for me to make you believe that you’ll see
you then think you hear a song whispering forming from the breeze
You know it’s not from your world, you can’t take your eyes away from me as I seem to have captured you in my world.
My branches move of their own, leaves float down and around you, the breeze picks up and the distant song, no longer distant, but a clear melody of mother nature.
Sound of rustling from my leaves make you wonder if I can hear thoughts.
Only you seemed to be the only being not moving, the only one who will let yourself stand there admiring me and your surroundings, the only one who will accept and appreciate what you see.
You then look from left to right expecting someone from your world to be here as well, but you’re the only one here.
The song much louder now seems to have drawn you in further as you walk closer to me steadily and quietly as though I’m a deer who needs to be treated with care and love. More leaves swirl down and around you like a mini tornado as you approach me.
The leaves give off a shade of orange fire sparkling in the sun making it appear it’s raining sparks.
You are inches away from feeling the rough texture underneath you as it’s all you seem or want to know, to understand, to embrace the beauty surrounding you.
All your worries and doubt are no longer aware in your mind.
Leaving your mind to leave room for curiosity which grows with what you see.
Your touch now on my branches so gentle and delicate as though I could disappear with a blink of an eye, you stand there with the look of safety and home in your eye.
The glowing leaves swirling faster and brighter around you are making it suddenly hard for you to make my patterns, the feel of texture and the beauty of the surroundings you are becoming blurry, the song which sounded like a choir now a whisper to nothing.
No longer being able to hear or see, then a loud crackle noise from the speaker announcing the exhibition closing.
You blink and realise you are back in the room full of chatty people leaving, you stare back at the image wanting to be back in that place, but knowing that I will be here waiting for you. You seemed reassured knowing that and still a little dazed in what you saw and wishing to be here again you left the room with everyone else, the image being there so clearly in your mind.
Image: © Sam Laughlin, Deer browse-line, from the series A Certain Movement