Poured out like an offering Waterfall, infinity pool In the alpine summit Of glacial paced healing From losing all held dear That and more Saying goodbye took time Through thousands of moments Admired over and over Letting go means allowing Rapids take you forward Knowing you have the strength To stay afloat Survive another capsize Walk away into the wilderness Once more
By the warm glow of sunrise Night tremors of the mind Dissolve and escape As tea tree scent On whirling breeze Alluring mini beasts Plump feathered friends Dainty adept feet To alight on her leaves Bask in the brightness Of summer's rest and ease
Sheer gravity lures Decades forces pulls Finally free and yours Pinnacle of wave Break over rocky shore Thrill bouyancy Every time she responds To me Takes to the edge Bright white sandy smile Flashes behind eyes Everywhere I see Words etched into Cliff face story Eroding crumbling Debunked history Tideline moves along With moonlight spree Voice like wind on waves Whispers to me Adrenaline fades Until next ride Point break
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)