​Waywood Gallery & The Creative Photography Centre [CPC] Byron Bay, NSW Australia, 2003.
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'Poemography' Exhibition - 40 Photographers & 40 poets.

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I like to take my poetry lying down
the same way bad news is best absorbed sitting
I take it resting on pillows that soften hard edge verbs

I like to take my poetry lying down
inclined for enjoyment,
stilled
to appreciate the grace 
like some ancient tea ceremony between me
and me
in the way of sipping
champagne        stem poised
feet arched delicately to one side

I take my Tennyson, Blake
White with one
on the rocks
as it comes; chilled
shaken not stirred
with a hint of spice

I gulp it down
slurp in words by the belly-full
body refuses to move
as a crushing
barrage of torrid verse
leaves me gasping

Before an aria floats
the page a flag - weaves me
beached on the sands of rhyme.
As flat as a dry towel, after the surf
tumbled and left
me sorting the shell grit from my pants

I take it to bed
allow the print to loosen my control
an affair to replenish reserve - 
mounts calm before my scrawl

I like to take my poetry lying down
rolled over on my back
like a bitch that lolls before a hound
in the dust; the carnal grounds

I take my poetry lying down 
best read
without far to fall

Poem by Gail Galloway (Poemography Exhibition entry)