‘in the ground of my beseeching’ - Kate Kennington Steer

 
 
 
 
 

‘in the ground of my beseeching’

Kate Kennington Steer

I could not predict the next 

wind-blown blossom fall, 

that spiralling apple-tree confetti 

with no bride to garland;

could not track the flight of wing 

either soaring above 

or flitting past.

I could only grasp at 

the aftershock of disturbed air

and come up empty;

could only sit gawking 

at the petal in my lap,

at the seedhead by my shoe.

how might I parse the riddle of the letting-

go momentum that compelled release, 

which made the blossom drop? how to dissect

the intricacies of feeding, and the knowledge 

of when more space is necessary, a loss

which is a requirement of growth?

as sun dives beneath the fence line, 

my attention snags on a filigree of web, 

being untethered from a rusting iron hook,

transform into mountains, shift

Into curtains of Nothern Lights, 

become a single entangled flag

whispering ‘here’;

it furls into waves

as I watch the action of the spring breeze

work across a sixteenth century roof;

watch as the fabric ripples past in lazy arcs

but its shadow beckons:

a potential signifier of where

air is at play,

or where air has been, entangling merrily

with cloth, with brick, with glass.

in the ground of my beseeching

I stitch a quilt of indigo, 

bind tight the found-made rags,

those torn shreds of holiness

fluttering surrender at the scelra.

it quivers a praying connection 

into being,

weaves shredded nerves 

into synapsed patterns,

expels my body’s breath 

into miasma.

it blinds

and flits

and settles again:

the ancient rhythm,

that rising, that falling,

it directs the contrapunctuated

marks of my needle

and slowly, gathers each corner

of my vestigial attention 

into folds.

it restores the spaces between,

patches anew beyond the shadows,

beneath the tucks of bone-deep knowing,

and finally, reinforces my quotidian function

as mere receptor of the one great

gift.

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Kate Kennington Steer is a disabled writer, contemplative photographer, and visual artist.  Following a residency at the New Ashgate Gallery, Farnham, in 2023 and a bursary from DAiSY (Disability Arts In Surrey), Kate is working on the bright-+/well project: a large series of works, combining photography, printing, painting and poetry examining wellbeing and the built environment. Progress can be seen at https://www.instagram.com/katekenningtonsteer/. Kate’s first solo exhibition, ‘episodes’, at Farnham Pottery (July-August 2022) featured digital paintings made whilst experiencing FND seizures.  Most recently, her work was exhibited at ’Guildford House Open’, Guildford House Gallery; ‘Daisy-Chain’, The Lightbox, Woking; ‘Glimmers’, New House Art Space, Guildford; at ‘Kintsugi’, Vernon House, Farnham.  She irregularly blogs at imageintoikon and publishes poetry at epiphanyoftheordinary. Her Facebook iPhone photography project ‘acts of daily seeing’ has been running since 2015. Short films combining her writing, photography, and digital paintings can be found @katekenningtonsteer on YouTube. 



Susan Patrice

As the founder and director of Makers Circle, Susan Patrice designs and implements arts-informed community initiatives in partnership with non-arts organizations who want to expand their reach and impact through innovative cross-sector collaboration. Makers Circle has a deep passion for the power of the creative process to encourage adaptive change, expand awareness, and open up new ways of seeing and relating. We believe that the arts and artists should play a major role in community regeneration and non-profit advancement. Web design and digital storytelling are foundational to the work we do with non-profits.

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