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Mapping The Soul-Skin
Unapologetically uncomfortable and darkish this afternoon!
Mapping The Soul-Skin
After a bit of a break, I’m back at my desk with paint and torn book pages, making a beautiful mess.
Mapping The Soul-Skin is my latest series of found-word art-poems. The plan is to produce one a week for 12 weeks on a Monday. The best news it that, unlike the previous series, they will be available for immediate sale.
Women Who Run With The Wolves is the source text for the series and all the artwork is in monochrome turquoise.
It feels great to be back in the company of word fragments and a tube of glue. And as if by perfect alignment, Angus and Julia Stone have a new album as a soundtrack for the next few months of creation.
Each poem’s uniqueness is assured by the imperfection in its cut and paste design. Poems are approximately C5 sized and are on a range of paper thicknesses to achieve different effects. All are hand named and numbered.
Purchase price is $35 with $3 worldwide postage. All payments processed through PayPal.Me unless otherwise organised.
Haiku Oracle Challenge, Day 19
IDay 19
How to achieve world peace?
this old village
in a world of one colour
the cicada’s cry
We need to move on from old thoughts, old patterns, old worn beliefs that we consider comfortable and move beyond our monochrome homogenised worlds that pit one absolute against others.
It’s time to embrace the kaleidoscope of humanity and revel in our differences, appreciate and honour them, whilst finding the commonalities that bind us together. Unity in diversity.
And we must listen to the cries of those that cut through. We must work to comfort, support and assist those in need, those in pain. Because it’s far too easy to suddenly become the displaced, the ostracised, the maligned, the hated, the ‘other’ because we allowed the distress of others to go unheeded, unheard, undefended.
We are first and foremost a single tribe. Until we work from that most basic of premises, there will always be one side against another.
Time to leave the old village behind and build a new one where everyone is welcome.
Challenge hosted by @otmoraclecards
Haiku Oracle Challenge, Day 18
Day 18
Oracle card + haiku cards
coolness of the melons
this old village
moonlight slanting
Left is my oracle card for the week. Right is the card I drew to try to clarify the meaning of the first (given it was the second week I pulled it in a row!) The haiku – shrug? Not sure any of it is clearer. I’m definitely missing something here.
. . .
I am seeking sweet relief (cool melon) from the tired old-trodden path. The slanted moonlight made me think of the rising moon or the setting moon. So perhaps that it’s time to be done with these old ways, these old oaths, and in doing so I’ll find sweet relief? The end of the illusion. It’s setting.
. . .
I guess perhaps I know more than I realise. The first fight for love is always within you. If I don’t think I’m worthwhile, if I don’t think I’m deserving of being nourished and cherished, loved and appreciated then how am I inviting others to meet me?
This village is old. And it’s time to move on. Be gone before the sun rises.
Challenge hosted by @otmoraclecards
Haiku Oracle Challenge, Days 16 & 17
Day 16
Describe sex
in the morning dew
Spring
the wild duck
I looked up the symbolism for duck – fidelity. Oh yes! Wild fidelity absolutely nails my best description of sex. Ever. Let me be untamed here.
. . .
The start of the poem describes me now. On the other side of radical healing several years ago, from sexual violence as a young woman. On learning the power of deleting and replacing old stories. Of having the guts to choose to be the author of my sexual identity (which has turned out over the years to be more potent than just being able to write a new foundation story!)
It’s the joy of finding myself in my 40’s with the girlish delight and enthusiasm of a teenager discovering and experiencing all the beauty, sensual delight, intimacy and raw power of sex in all its most positive incarnations.
. . .
Day 17
Create a poem about an animal
I keep thinking about
the voices of wild ducks
veiled in morning mist
With the absence of a Phoenix in the pack, I returned to the ducks, and am now thoroughly amused to find them a metaphor for sex. Enough said!
Challenge hosted by @otmoraclecards