poetry and mixed media art
I drew a silly doodle poodle on a silly snootle day,
where the chocolate is hot and the skys are grubby grey.
Where I am resting in bed feeling rotten throughout,
can barely move but will gladly shout out loud:
„Hey, look at my silly doodle poodle on a silly snootle day,
where the chocolate is hot and the skys are grubby grey.“
Before collapsing back into a sorry heap, and sniffle and snotter while I very loudly weep.
Dressed in gaudy garments
That cost the world
A dandelion squashed
By heels that could feed the thousand
I scream in silence
As my sisters bleed in pain
Betrayed by man made deals
Signed by small hands and greedy fingers
The merry go round spins faster evermore
Permanent growth will starve us
We signed the death warrant
And follow the piper out of town
In a private jet
Proudly throwing our water bottle into the recycling bin on the way out
Wallow in it
Permit yourself to feel
Eat a tub of ice-cream
Have a cry
Scream into your pillow
And when you are done
Blow your nose
Wash your face
Stand tall within yourself
And keep moving
Get dragon scales
Be fireproof
Let water rinse off.
Impact of any kind:
A mere echo
Rippling the air.
Get dragon scales
For your soul;
But never forget
The fiery beating
Heart below
Hiding unobserved within.
Snug, unknown, silent.
Only to pounce unexpected in a moment of quiet beauty.
How is homesickness even a thing?
But there it was.
After all this time of longing to be away, to go on adventure, to experience else but the homely walks through rolling fields. I think lock-down has a lot to answer for. Perception of space, movement, away-ness, thereness, here-ness, place and space have changed. Home (if you were lucky. There are other stories as well.) became saver evermore and the outside stranger, disorientating. Adventures too much movement.
and yet …
Suspended between water and sky
Stillness
Silence
Quiet splash of paddle
Then, now, and soon merge
As above so below
Mirroring clouds move underneath my bow
Nothing else matters
Like mist grief seeps into awareness Gently covering the rough rocks
An apprehension of light lingers Threatening to uncover sharp edges A foreboding of healing
As calm as the quiet sea You know before the storm etc
But for now breathe in deeply
The salt laden air
Listen to the silky whisper
Of ripples tip-toeing ashore
There should be words
Rushing out
Carrying with them
The light, smells, sounds of a summer
By the sea
You should be able to hear the echoes
Of an eagle cry, a dolphin splash
You should be able to see a seal
Head popping up in curiosity next to my kayak
And smoke rising
Steaming sand at low tide
Through my words
Yet they are empty
I can’t reach
Metaphors swirl
Wordlessly
Pictureless
Soundlessly
In empty space
I should draw the colours of sunsets
Thousands of diamond sparkles on top of waves
Silky water taken with long exposure shots
Dramatic rocks mirroring in retreating tide
Is what my words should draw
Yet
The paint dried in
Exhaustion-Treasure
Causes Musings
Nausea
Touches
Dizziness
Key Lime Pie
Hits a wall
How this was made:
Effects of migraine listed and alternated with found words from article titles open in my browser tabs
We all are liminal spaces
Drawn to one another
Repelled by one another
Each interaction
Manifests a layer
Which face will I wear today?
We all are fluid spaces
Endless opportunities
Of being
A bubble forms
It grows slowly
Like air trapped in magma
Surface tensions
Becomes too much
The bubble bursts
Another face emerges
I notice
It looks
Like all the others
The faces are masks
I tried to hide behind
Not realising
They are all in my image
Today’s poem was inspired by a young artists evocative work.
Storyfae 