Patricia Young (Patty Cakes)

By Nathalie Buckland
from All The Way Home

Lantana eats me
in my dreams.
Its aromatic leaves
creep and grasp.
Sandpaper stems
pull beads of blood
from cringing flesh.
Its flowers mock me
pinkly, prettily.


It leaps
surprising me
from among innocent herbs,
drowning the scent of basil.
It hides beneath
the weeping mulberry,
then brashly shoots
head high.


My heavy weapon,
yellow dozer,
It roars with diesel breath,
tramples with metal tracks,
wrests lantana from trees,
piles it up and rips out roots.
The soil is left
pristine and bladed smooth.


The smoke spirals high
lantana’s funeral pyre,
my victory,
its ashes fertiliser
for tamer plants.


I scatter grass seed,
diligently water,
and watch
knowing the tender first shoots,
succulently green,
inevitably will be lantana.

Sound Experience

We showed each of the garden members what the sound of plants is as synthesized by a midi sprout, in the hopes that they will connect with the internal life of the plants. Even though we see them stagnant, plants are alive, always moving, always singing, always running with water inside, and music is a great gentle reminder. This sound was created by Midi Sprout.