Tuesday 13 March 2012

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Lysithea poem

Here's the second poem.  This will accompany the carving in her box.

Lysithea

A box without a lock, lost.
Liminal,
My feet on the sand
Caressed by the waves.
Walking between 
The feathers, fish bones and driftwood,
Stones send stabs of pain through my feet.
Searching the rocks,
Frantic, 
The cliffs raging above me,
I look to the sea.
A box without a lock, lost.
Liminal,
Between the land and the sea,
Sand beneath my feet,
Waves meet my outstretched hands.

2 comments:

  1. Beautiful and sad, almost yearning. I love that you are adding poems to the carvings, what an incredible gift and an outpouring of yourself into your work.

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    1. Thanks for your kind thoughts and words Nicole :)

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