Phantasy, 2022
Botanical Sculpture with volcanic sand, native botanicals, and a natural beehive in glass. The materials are foraged from Paradise, Glenorchy on the South Island and Velskov, Waitakere on the North Island of New Zealand. The bee wax are all natural from hives in Parau, Waitakere.
35 x 24 cm
13 3/4 x 9 1/2 in
13 3/4 x 9 1/2 in
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This Forestcape work is inspired by the poem 'Phantasy' by Mary Davidson, published in the anthology of New Zealand poems ' Manuka Blossoms', 1936. Phantasy By MARY DAVIDSON ________ Down...
This Forestcape work is inspired by the poem 'Phantasy' by Mary Davidson, published in the anthology of New Zealand poems ' Manuka Blossoms', 1936.
Phantasy
By MARY DAVIDSON
________
Down the silver evening I fled,
And paused beneath the shadow of a star,
Secure within the fastness of the night;
And silence, silence found me from afar.
There in the quiet dark, primeval spells
Were woven silently ; a fiercely sweet
Aroma woke the dreaming air, and far
Within the distance came the sound of feet
Dancing, and voices chanting an old barbaric
Song.
And flung from hill to rising hill,
All virgin white and spangled bright with dew,
Lying tangled in Night's swift, dusk hair
That she had flung across the world anew,
A mystic, perfumed veil was cast out wide
Across the Earth.
At last inevitably,
The cold, bright dawn arose, and eager-eyed
Looked down upon the world.
Enchantment faded;
And with the tremulous early-morning light,
I there beheld the gleam and smelled the scent
Of Manuka, a-bloom and gleaming white.
Phantasy
By MARY DAVIDSON
________
Down the silver evening I fled,
And paused beneath the shadow of a star,
Secure within the fastness of the night;
And silence, silence found me from afar.
There in the quiet dark, primeval spells
Were woven silently ; a fiercely sweet
Aroma woke the dreaming air, and far
Within the distance came the sound of feet
Dancing, and voices chanting an old barbaric
Song.
And flung from hill to rising hill,
All virgin white and spangled bright with dew,
Lying tangled in Night's swift, dusk hair
That she had flung across the world anew,
A mystic, perfumed veil was cast out wide
Across the Earth.
At last inevitably,
The cold, bright dawn arose, and eager-eyed
Looked down upon the world.
Enchantment faded;
And with the tremulous early-morning light,
I there beheld the gleam and smelled the scent
Of Manuka, a-bloom and gleaming white.