We play, rest, rise Woven skein unwinding Houses apart, river abreast Taking tea on balcony
Always a mystery of two minds No sensation for downcast eyes Cascading words lost and find Fruitless picking out motivations
The bottom of pot, cooled Renewed, steeped brew simmering heat Rose between two cheeks
A blush sweet from scorching sun Below 42 degrees Blistering sleet
Homebody, I nest alone Full grown tenderlings Binding fallen threads Of existence into thermal weave
So that you, like father Can protect and heal wind kissed skin As salty drops slide winsomly A welcome sting. Long missed love
Ursula Halpin, (1972- ) ‘Displaced Mary, Mother of hope’ ~ inspired by Irish lace. Weaves stories of women and fragmented families. Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery. Twist exhibition 2023
Once a many ravens
Perched on picnic walls
Encroaching so daringly
Staring back and forth
Babes in arms were cradled
Toddlers stopped from harm
Backed away hauntingly
Edge from warm spring calm
Escape to caves below
Calcified remains.
Hundred years a column
Ancestors' way laid
Cacophany of cries
Heard across the skies
Sharp eye of witnesses
Those who bled and died
~Inspired by The Nightingale Film (2018)
Days when clouds appear Like Constable's brush strokes Cool and clear Unreal like a picture In a coffee table book Changing heavens above A palette full spectrum Twisting like end of day Dibs and dabs before Night fades to black Why I sit inside Mesmerised By just one Snapshot in time?
Count the stars of heaven 