resonance

The following are extracts from resonance, a poetic collection, written by Mark Price, in response to photographs of the natural world, taken by Caroline Westoll. The photographs act as an evocation or point of resonance, through which a connection is made, to what might be described as everyday magic – those moments when our senses are seized and we experience a felt shift.

Mark Price is a tutor, supervisor, researcher and writer.

He holds academic posts at: – St Mary’s University, Twickenham and – The Centre for Creative-Relational Inquiry at the University of Edinburgh.

ResearchGate: Mark Price

Twitter/X: @johnmarkprice

Caroline Westoll is a nutrition and wellbeing practitioner. Her photographs of natural treasures found on walks and around her garden can be found on her Instagram.

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raindrops photo by Caroline Westoll

Glory a poem by Mark Price glory suspended in glorious fragility to know what it is to fail and fall but not to stay – just now – in this moment to share threaded through with joyous abandonment that would be the only sin – the only lack of grace to know and so, here, hanging and glory in the knowledge that at some point soon all this too will be gone but now is always enough

 

Frozen raindrops photo by Caroline Westoll
Falling by Mark Price do you remember that time? it was cold and you put on extra layers. we held tight to each other and to the moment scrunched against the world, as if nothing could leave us now. and in that moment as future and past left us the freeze came. later we returned but the moment had melted, replaced by cooling embarrassment and hot breath in the morning sun.
Orange fungus photo by Caroline Westoll
Old a poem by Mark Price how old?! really?!! such growth punctuates and leaves its mark but look closer now wide eyes and gentle touch burn bright and come into colour do not cage this moment for it is forever
Close up of a dandelion clock
Surrender a poem by Mark Price surrender let go my love the wind catches us all is well we were so close but each of us has to go our own way now it's ok be happy we can do this our time has come so soon the last connection quietly gone
Single feather floating in water with reflections of trees behind. photo by Caroline Westoll
Trust a poem by Mark Price

trust

breathe
in
out

tension holds

a gentle heart
come into balance now

remember
stillness
and nothing stirs

drifting
on trust