Installations Poem by Kathy Greethurst

Cornflower
Umber

Barefoot
In a thin white shift

A white-washed building
Is it a church?

A chessboard floor
Flocked purple in frames
Hairline cracks in the wall

An empty grate

Small sandcastles
In three's
Touch - and the sand spills

A clay man
In a red deckchair
Dead or fake?
A quiver in his eyelid

Somersaults in turquoise
Like a dolphin in sunshine
No need for breath
The film loops

She rides the bike
Pedals fast and
A jockey races
Around the lampshade

A giant canvas
Midnight to duck egg
Tiny hills, valleys below
Her faint smile underneath