dance #244, marigold seeds

Friday August 21, 2009

Marigold seeds

Earlier today I was looking at the marigolds on my patio. I tested one of the dried up flowers to see if the seeds were ready for plucking. The whole flower came off in my hands. Still fresh. Some seeds still in formation. Long black spears with dried orange tufts. Flower scent still so strong. Bright. Fresh. Green. Rising. Later at night I check out the seeds again. Still so aromatic. I put them into a little black box to keep them safe. I separate the seeds from each other with my hands. Exploring textures and producing new scents. Some sense of decay rising. I breathe it in. The dance seeks and eventually finds a gesture in this scent. It emerges as a rising up from my back body. A lifting out of my spine. Arms pull from spine up behind my head. Upwards, climbing. Bright green still lingers in my nostrils.

Alice is in the hallway cooling off. A beautiful sunny day. Another attempt at a left handed drawing.

~ by nmyers on August 22, 2009.