Blue
ink on a blue morning
it touches the cool dawning
sun, arising from it’s sleep.
Slumber long, sorrow’s song
calls on a magpie’s morning.
Blue veins spread with lightning pace
as they touch the beaded water, racing
across my memories
of time, space, hollow etches
of the place
never rested.
(Model Meli Swan, Photographer Jessica Story)
Blue…the colour of ink…the colour of foggy depression. The colour of watercolour paint as it seeps into my page and paints my life.
Are we the watercolour paper? Does every word and touch and glance paint a stroke that seeps into our soul, creating the artwork that we are?
Do you write at dawn? When the sun is clear and the magpies warble?
It may be time to wake from my slumber. The long days, the long nights of sleep in my mind…the never -ending tiredness and confusion of thoughts. The morning air is calling me to wake from my sleep.
The paintbrush touches the very edge of the bead of water. Blue paint transfers with lightning pace. Not just spreading onto the page but through my soul…a creative life jolts to waken. The seed has been nourished. The soul arises.
(Model Meli Swan, Photographer Jessica Story)
Sometimes words flow. Sometimes I take words that are strung together and write them down obediently. And as soon as they are on the page I feel another string come to me. Land on the page. Followed by another until they are complete.
Sometimes I don’t even know what they mean, because my soul has been whispering it’s secrets and my hand willingly jots them down. It is then up to me to feel them and believe that they are worthy.
(Model Meli Swan, Photographer Jessica Story)
The exhaustion may be over. It may be time to rise up into my dream.
The heartaches, the lostness, the overwhelm of being a mother to five beautiful children, the yearning, the seeking, the pressure has boiled up and left me breathless. What was choking me is now fueling my healing. I speak to be able to process. As I process, I begin to create.
This world of Substack is opening up a new opportunity and a new creative outlet. I will be sharing my life with you here. I will be opening up some of my poems and writing new ones. I will share emotive portraiture and family life. I will share the ways that my child-bearing years have shaped me. I will share my experiences raising teenagers. I hope to connect with you as you also share from your heart.
Thankyou for reading and taking the time to sit with me, to sit with my words and images. I’m at the start of my journey on Substack and would so appreciate it if you took the time to share my work :)
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