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restlessly
unsettled
disquietly
distressed
worrisomely
unhinged
desperately
deranged
restlessly transient
during a time of change
disquietly grieving
the familiar
worrisomely distracted
by the unknown
desperately interrupting
invalidated norms
dig deep
dig deeper
and at the core of fear
and in the heart of darkness
you will find your strength
I can hear the blackbird call
Charcoal feathered bantam weight
And the cherry blossoms fall
Porcelain transparency
Spring air through a window pane
Broken by the passing time
In an attic on a farm
Echoes granny’s lullaby
Past and future meeting here
In a never ending song
The blackbird in a different sphere
His melody endures
Memories of lilac scent
Purple iris bolted on
Suspended I am now–was then
Walking through a time beyond
Each note is a step I take
Each breeze is a breath
An image every memory makes
Until none is left
I am on my way back home
As the wild wind blows
Gone the years and bleached the bones
What’s left is a wandering soul
My mind tumbles through the silence
The only noise
Wind
No cars
No planes
Even the birds are resting
Is everyone taken lunch time naps now?
Not even a lawn-mower
Which so viciously
Cut through the silence on Sunday
I had four coffees already
Yet tiredness becomes impossible to fight
Shall I sleep
Or do my one-a-day
Go out
Get moving
Keep moving
Keep living
Where did this come from
The living
Thing
Is movement life?
Is resting non-life?
Limbo
Life on hold?
What’s wrong with a nap anyway?
A car cuts through the silence after all
But wind swallowed the noise
And is taking over
The roof beams creak
Quietly though
As if aching with age
But trying to hide it
I should wash my face
And then let the wind
Blow away the cobwebs
Of my meandering mind
I hear you howl within my soul
Brother wolf
I feel your teeth, your claws, your wings
Dragon guard
Ancient warrioress
Arising
Two heart shaped balloons
Looming
Above their table
Him
Her
Starring ahead
Just so that they don’t
HAVE
to
look
at
one
another
Agony
So tangible
My eyes are drawn to them
A couple?
Window Seat
One of the best in the restaurant
The kitschy cheerfulness
of the heart-shaped balloons
Is fighting a lost battle
Love was lost when?
There is not even positive regard
Body language closed off
As if they just survived a battle
And now the king forces the enemy warriors
To reconcile
Happy Valentine’s Day
I was presented with a poem today by the lovely CLMOOC folk and in particular Kevin who wrote it for me.
How do they stay clean?
Born out of muddy soil
Breaking through half rotten leaves
Thrown away during autumn clearance
Half-composted reminders of summer past
Pelted by sleet, and hail, and rain
Trampled on by foxes and deer
Yes, both, in our garden
And yet
And yet
Snow white
Brilliant
Clean
Vibrant green
Not a speck of mud
Harbingers of spring
You say?
Harbingers of hope
I respond.
The power of life
Born out of cold and darkness
Brilliant white
The colour to hold them all
Symbol of light
Symbol of peace
Symbol of hope
A very fragile message
Echoes of the past
Vibrate in the snow
Little clouds of icy dust
Unsettled by sound
Iss: rune of rest and pause
Life happens underneath the ice
Underneath the blanket of snow it stirs
not yet ready to wake
not yet ready to move
not yet ready to grow
Pale grey slush
Generously dispensed from above
February
The mornings lighten
By the way
Who thought that first R made sense?
Ice-cold faces
Attacked by even icier, colder needles
Thrown full force
Against numb skin
By the way
Wasn’t there spring in the air?
Just yesterday?
Super-moon hung hidden
Behind thick clouds
This morning
Árvakr and Alsviðr were too slow
By the way
Have you read the Edda yet?
What are the stories
That keep you going
During the dark times
In the midst of winter?
Poetry by Nathalie 