between the folds
between the folds
she bravely scrapes dust from her hard outer shell,
showing celadon layers of softness and grace,
between
gold
walk 2 blocks that way and you arrive at the tate modern. the view from work, london.
candon 400d, 12-22mm
(untitled)
baubles. canon 400d
without context
some days it seems many
lifetimes have passed since
you held firm to my hand
what would happen
what would happen if one woman told the truth about her life?
the whole world would split open.
– muriel rukeyser
frustration
this bloody unfeeling object
refuses to co-operate
aura changes colour display to
frustrated, tongue-tied.
beyond the pen, blank pages mock
i am a white cloud, hanging on the line
jo, emma, me, meg, pen. photo by susannah
i still remember how it was when we first arrived in london…
begin forwarded message »
begin forwarded message »
i shout orange kisses into your sky
hoping for some response
brown leaf whirpools
the only audible
snippets
-1-
the olive branch got dropped in their salad
it’s now being tossed around with ego, intolerance, hatred, pain…
charmed
tiny wings beat staccato
outside on the window
as time comes to
a standstill inside.
cinderella’s slipper
shatters
in
buttercup meadow
penny
cars and
lucky
man’s
schemes.
a pawn in
the night.
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a freshly coloured poem in an altered book
