A snake is a snake

It slithers up my toenails,Its scales sinking deep,I wish to close my eyes and rest,But it doesn’t let me sleep. In its reptilian eyes I see,That paining, burning sin,Of feeling for your lying smile,Now it slithers to my skin. I regret having met it not,But I regret what I must do,To give it all the…

Cosmic dust- an ekphrasis

Touch thisDark melancholy,With those paleFingertips.Whisper the wordsOf silence,With yourSanguine ruby lips. Bring colourTo the darkness,Greens, yellows,Reds and strands.Touch this voidOf vacuum,With yourGentle, healing hands. And in your eyesHold the stars,But, there’s no needTo rehearse.Let’s fall and riseLike cosmic dust,Cause we’re the universe.

From a mannequin

My hands: put them back,Where they always used to be,Bend me in my waist, rest myEyes over at thee. Wrap me in your merchandise,Put me by the door,Staring at the desolate,I beseech, entreat, implore. Lift chin with your hands bare,Keep my poise at rest,Move my body, tear me down,And leave me to protest. Detach me…

Kintsugi – Honouring imperfection

Let me just take some of your time before you go through the poem. This week I have been inspired by a beautiful piece of Japanese art and philosophy called Kintsugi. The essence of this philosophy is honouring imperfection. Imperfection is real, Real is beautiful! You can read more about kintsugi here As for the…