Posts Tagged ‘illustration’

Forgetting many things but most of all myself

March 2, 2015

Bella_In_a_Box_by_bellarie

 

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It Is Amazing What…

February 21, 2013

Good lighting can do…

Photo on 2013-02-21 at 09.03 Photo on 2013-02-21 at 10.21

Adorable and Immensely Cuddlesome

September 3, 2012

I want that cat:

Unless, of course, you are a mouse.

This Patchwork of Great-Grandmothers

October 2, 2010

This patchwork of great-grandmothers
And I, milk-fed and bloated and otherwise
Inconsequential, am denied entry
‘We do not want you here,’ they jeer
‘You are not welcome here’ and I fear
The threat of extinction that hangs over us
Every word they said, embedded in my head
I am a paradox. A pox upon my golden locks
I tower over them, as tall as an old oak tree
I stumble over my own singularity
I cannot live among them harmoniously
I am off the map, I am out to sea

There is a story written on my skin
And alienated by alien languages
Hopelessly entangled in everyday tasks
They ask but no answer is forthcoming
They do not seek to matchmake me
They can’t overlook my inauspicious ancestry
I strain on the tether, I slip the leash
Growing more graceless day by day
I sing an idiosyncratic sort of song
I skirt around solid objects
I step into the footprints of saviors
Who shall step into mine?

As I wander the earth I see a universe
That was crafted by my own hands
And yet I still seek out enlightenment
In the deep, dark pools of the divine
In the depths of the heart but all I find
Is disillusionment. I still stand alone
I march up and down the streets
In shanty towns in third world countries
Littered with the decimated lives of strangers
But I do not see. It is as if my eye sockets
Are temporarily empty. Their suffering
Does not touch me. I remain detached.

And gasping for breath at this altitude
The cotton wool clouds are my only deities

Hide and Seek

September 30, 2010

The medicine cabinet is the altar
Upon which I will be sacrificed
Now playing hide and seek
The game commences………..

‘Coming ready or not!’ the doctor screams
As he prepares to invade my dreams
‘Coming ready or not!’ the doctor cries
As he prepares to dissect my lies

‘Oh, Doctor, I am
Not awed by you
Punished for this
Discrepancy
I see, I see
You seeking me

Oh, Doctor, you have
Declared war on me
I will be a fatality
I hear, I hear the incantation
You chant as you move to the rhythm
Of the battle dance

(And slowly it invades
The voice to halt all voices
The tranquillising pill)

Within my body
I hear a fire starting
A door slams behind me
The door to the universe
Remains unopened
The word, so perverse
Remains unspoken

As the you begin to reassemble me,
Celebrating a hard won victory
Over and over, these words emerge from me
‘Over and over, I have been violated by your foot soldiers’
Over and over, your ears close against me
Then you turn, you hiss and spit
You say, ‘In the sixteenth century
You’d have been burnt as a witch’


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