Dribbling Jasmine and Blazing Marigolds

…which is a line from one of the poems in the show. The poem starts out in Mapusa Market in Goa, but actually when I wrote that line I was thinking more of the flower markets in Mysore. Or maybe I was thinking of my own photographs of the flower markets in Mysore – after a while, memories and the images of memories become conflated.

MysoreWeighingMarigoldsThe flower markets in India are fantastic for the sheer abundance of blossoms, which they sell by weight. The marigolds in this picture are destined to be threaded into garlands, sold to the pious and then hung around the necks of household and temple statues. Eventually, they will be swept out and eaten by cows. Some may end up wound into a woman’s plait, with jasmine. I used to buy short threads of flowers and wear them in my hair, too.

I’m still attracted to flower stalls. This is from Newcastle last week – funny how my phone now has a better camera than my ‘proper’ camera in India!

FlowerstallNewcastle

 

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About Kirsten Luckins

Poet and performer. North East Programme Co-ordinator for Apples and Snakes. First collection, The Trouble With Compassion, launched March 2016 and available from Burning Eye Books. First solo show, The Moon Cannot Be Stolen, voted second in Saboteur Awards 2014. Second show currently under construction. Poet-in-Residence at the Heroism & Heartbreak project, Hartlepool Community Archive, looking at WW1 maritime stories.
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