A poetic reading of Hannah Smith's photographs by Lloyd Godman

 Obscurity is wearing me away  

Obscurity is wearing me away  
like the wheels of an old clock
that ticks slower by the year
indefinable causes, my nerves ache
Something in the flesh the bones or the psyche
imbues me with unexplained blue depression
a cacoon surrounds me
Strange this fine web of encasement
comes from inside the body
while I long to live outside

Defining symptoms with a name is some solace
Making tangible the unseen as an image offers respite
Imagine -
Here are my brittle bones, embedded
in the fine fibres of flesh and hair
Entwined with emotions and an ever present ear
Materialized  - X ray bones I have to  live with
Skeleton implanted in tender flesh
Bones that abrase soft tissue with pain
order  - disorder

my body exposed to a intricate lace of time
a shoal of mysterious fish turn and dart to safety
a blue metallic flash scale like of a larger more menacing creature
I feel in flux, solid, liquid gas all at once
the experience is now validated