June is a collaboration between film maker Mark Gittins and writer in residence, Angelina Ayers, whose poem became the starting point for a project to create a video to accompany a reading of the poem. The film is being shown in the gallery as a full size projection.
Buildings shrink back into cellars,
leave rubble to rust into rocks, meadow.
I enter the pale scrape of summer, ochre heat
spitting at my back. Air, thick with bergamot,
sits like a stubborn child, the way anger
refuses to diffuse, though its atoms buzz.
Months lie ahead like a steaming road
potted tarmac, supple under foot, and the self
retreats, hides behind the marbled white
of a rib, settles into its shade, the dissonance
of the windpipe bellowing by its ear.
This rhythmic lull of respiration
gurgles half-dreams of rain against glass
plucked bare branches, blue as newborn flesh.
I sleepwalk, waiting for the sky to bronze, fall in.