Sunday, 18 December 2011
Thursday, 1 December 2011
Monday, 28 November 2011
Tuesday, 8 November 2011
Thursday, 27 October 2011
Small domestic crucifiction.
A vibrant and delicate creature captured in mid flight
pierced through the wings to a small crucifix.
Sometimes life can be harder
than we ever thought possible
and we find ourselves trapped in a world of pain
when our souls want to soar on a summer breeze,
and to shimmer in sunlight and make rainbows with the morning dew
but unfortunately,life's a locomotive that chews you up and spits you out. .
Saturday, 8 October 2011
cocoon
Sometimes feelings can become cocooned in our subconscious
because they are too painful to confront.
They lie dormant, wreathed in silken layers
until suddenly something awakens them,
and they burst out startlingly vivid when we are not expecting them to.
Friday, 7 October 2011
Saving it for the bottom drawer
In times gone by,a girl would spend all her waking hours
stitching intricate designs onto linens and lace .
to be placed in her bottom drawer
along with all her hopes and dreams of marriage and motherhood.
Pristine, immaculate, perfectly pressed.
every stitch and stamen a longing for love.
What if the drawer were to become stuck,
what if it were never to be opened?
If she was to fall in there and be trapped amongst the doilies and damasks
she might expire between the heavy folds of a bedspread.
If only someone could ruffle things up a lttle
to spill a little colour amongst the pale.
Where is the passion ,or will that come later,
If it comes at all.
stitching intricate designs onto linens and lace .
to be placed in her bottom drawer
along with all her hopes and dreams of marriage and motherhood.
Pristine, immaculate, perfectly pressed.
every stitch and stamen a longing for love.
What if the drawer were to become stuck,
what if it were never to be opened?
If she was to fall in there and be trapped amongst the doilies and damasks
she might expire between the heavy folds of a bedspread.
If only someone could ruffle things up a lttle
to spill a little colour amongst the pale.
Where is the passion ,or will that come later,
If it comes at all.
Thursday, 15 September 2011
Sunday, 4 September 2011
Friday, 2 September 2011
Thursday, 1 September 2011
The places .in between
Like Christopher Robin halfway up the stairs,
I like the places in between.
The two and three dimensional,
The naive and the sophisticated.
The cultured and the kitsch.
The nice and the nasty.
The beautiful and the beastly.
The noble and the naff.
The sacred and the profane.
The pure and the putrid.
Little stick man is coming to life.
and a spirit bursts out of little chalk house.
I like the places in between.
The two and three dimensional,
The naive and the sophisticated.
The cultured and the kitsch.
The nice and the nasty.
The beautiful and the beastly.
The noble and the naff.
The sacred and the profane.
The pure and the putrid.
Little stick man is coming to life.
and a spirit bursts out of little chalk house.
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Wednesday, 31 August 2011
Tuesday, 30 August 2011
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