AUDIO DESCRIPTION: DIVING SPACE IN THE MARY ROSE
Mary Shackle Wilson
onesided Janus masks a ship’s figurehead
glossing naval years in wide porcelain
plastic soars as the counter terrorist threat is set high
heightened by history hardbacks
cut pages scar its portal vein
starboard sunk
I become a museum suspended below
the monobrowhorizon and beardless
stars; the sea acts as a preserving jar of salted meat
I am swimwalking through black air
rivulet staining rudderless
to secede
vanished stitches leave leather fragment fray
a counter melody corrodes iron
I am now sharing the air space with a tudor ship
dissenting fabric, oak, a bone
dice the size of an infant tooth
pricked three
sundial in silt, nit-wit seaweed combs
arrowfire strength to water bait
a cartography of seamotheaten pewter plates
a rhythm to work the rigging
finds bowing form in my late
cadenza
directing the artifacts to my design
I am the organising principle
rarewind blows the finding of a low oboe to the fore
an octave below the shrill shawm
to soughing to then instil
calm casing