Is it the stillness
of the rock pool
that draws me
again and again?
Authority eludes –
is not my own –
I dodge hawk-eyed
critics, am weighted
down…struggling
to resurface…
Crave tranquil
company, a chance
to breathe…
unseen…
Nature always the key
(Image my own)
(words and images mine)
Talks of takeovers
and takedowns –
deliberate misdirection
My mind is a tangle
my heart stripped raw
Us vs them a mantra
Choking on my own bile
darkness closing in –
I turn to so called heaven
Accusations on iced tongue
desperation pointing fingers
the sullen clouds an echo
Even in this stormy state
light, like fire challenges
Wake up! Wake up!
There in the twilight
beneath lambent skies
my resolve melts
How, from this perspective
can I contemplate hatred?
Love a more noble alternative
We climbed so high
this mountain of man
made obstacles –
I remember the rage,
no more than 9 –
how helpless it felt
a girl in a man’s world
but I climbed anyway,
we climbed anyway
and, instead of a hand up
we get this? Patriarchy
be damned! Your days are
numbered. Mark my words.
(Image my own)
Consciousness commands
a shift of focus
tired of the clash of colours
stimulation overload
my muse is leaning towards
the nuance of black and white
A study of shadows
and shading
and how light
arouses the soul
Speak to me in subtleties
she whispers
in tones suggestive
of hidden depths
I am listening
And so I submerge myself
clear the palette of vibrant hues
and take up the lowly pencil
seek the promise
in a colourless world.
(Art my own)
Emotional economy
in state of collapse
What fallacy is this;
what trigger shook me?
Horror-filled insomnia
possesses my psyche
It’s been 50 year since the fall –
why process now?
(Image my own)
One Woman's Quest 