by heather | Sep 29, 2012 | Poems
The writhing oracle pants in her lair, swirls with the colours of burning infinities wheeling through the skies, unseen and hiding. Pandora’s box, the lid has slid, an internal spilling, the crazy chaos point and counterpoint, speed and dead calm, shrieks of...
by heather | Sep 29, 2012 | Poems
Like a doula, she sits with the birthing; watching the pain and providing some comfort, she notices the push, monitors the heart, invites more breath. No prescribing here, she helps the not-yet-mother through transition to arrival of a tender joy. There is tearing...
by heather | Sep 29, 2012 | Poems
It could be play-dough or paper snowflakes, a composition of notes musical or erudite, or pickling cabbage for winter… or this intense gaze over the field, bright gold against sweet blue, a swirling dance provoked by scouring wind. This view from the couch,...
by heather | Sep 29, 2012 | Poems
They wandered to the river, two grateful hearts savouring autumn gold as if it were a plum that travelled far for consummation. One allowed the cooling season in to calm the fire, begin the forward bend, the slow protective shelter, descent into quiet, warm...
by heather | Sep 5, 2012 | Poems
The way a bee dives, quivering with effort but fully engaged, pulled by the energy of sweetness, drenched in inescapable perfume … hovering, attentive, it drinks its fill, allows the sticky pollen to use its homeward flight for spreading life. No need to resist,...
