#pinpsaturday 18.03.17

THE HARVEST 

I wove a cocoon of exile

Tensile silks of sadness

Lost in disappearing

Neptune’s daughter drowning

within herself 

Until I walked your fields

Unraveled myself in your arms

Followed your star

As you ignited my light

Neptune’s daughter now

incandescent.

This week’s prompt:The Star. Next week’s prompt: 9 of Pentacles.

#pinpsaturday #1

EMERGE

The black space within

is no longer a vacuum

since I learned to love me,

completely.

Reborn as a wild vortex 

of infinite and perpetual

possibility, 

and me rising as

the creative provocateur.

This week’s prompt: The Magician. I’ve chosen The Magician from the Mary-El deck. 



#pinp17 update

Please note the full gallery of #pinp17 images is on its way. I was struck down with a rotten head cold this week and have been too sick to leave the house to get the cards scanned. Thank you for your patience. 

Post It Note Poetry, Finale

My computer and phone have been unable to sort out their syncing issues and I’ve therefore lost photos from my phone as well as being unable to download old photos to my computer. Thus the dearth of #pinp17 pics in the last fortnight. If you’ve been following on Instagram or Twitter you’ll have seen the second half unfold, including references to a sex tape, astral travel and cannibalism. 

Good news is, I’ll have the second half professionally scanned tomorrow and I’ll be putting the entire ‘Get In Trouble’ series up in a dedicated gallery. There are 30 in total. 

I’ve got additional good news pending with the postcard poems. I’ll share once I’ve finished ironing out the details, but suffice to say, I am very close. It’s exciting to see a vision find flesh and bones. 

Until then, the curtain closer for the month, which could quite easily have been the curtain raiser (every poem has this poem at its heart!!)