ink – One Woman's Quest

Toil

I try to scrape history from stone
reassemble words on vellum –
bravado pretending release

Pick my mentors from amongst
the enlightened, willing osmosis –
ego avoiding blood: grit of change

(Art my own)

Father, as immoveable
as a mountain
taught us to orchestrate
submontane routes

Circumnavigating
his rocky moods
bestowed upon us
a fear of masculinity

Resilience instilled
the necessity of mining
gold from darkness:
still digging.

(Sketch mine)