The gallery was open May 10th-30th, and although i was unable to visit the show myself, (due to another ongoing exhibition), i've had a confirmed great response and even better reviews from those that did make it.
The poem allocated to me was entitled "Berlin Polaroids" by Laura Elliott.
Berlin Polaroids
On the balcony, beneath fanned yellow leaves,
you fade into the drapery of the covered chair. This evening
I decide to chase colour; a red apple bulbed
in a white sugar bowl, tokens tucked into teacups,
serviette flourishes in champagne flutes, a twisted yolk
of marbles on a green tie-dyed tablecloth, like folded water.
I am drawn further away from you; ornaments
in front of windows, flowers like paintings
brushed on glass, fingertips tapping the sky.
But then, better still, this empty wine bottle
tucked into the shade of a frame, distinguishable only
by a flash of light down the flank, reminds me of you,
flinching in the silver evening as the sun ducks
below the rooftops and night collapses
into the courtyard, flaring open the windows
like eyelids one by one, your skin steeped in smoke
as a last cigarette unfurls into the dusk.
So I return to you, the way you can become a colour
through its slow shadows, the way you are composed,
now tiger striped and rippling fire.
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