Old Hearts

Old hearts buried, covered in rust
Rise up, haltingly into the light
Sharp edges softly ground to dust.

Winds blow across, strong and harsh
Whipping up desolate grains of sand
Old hearts buried, covered in rust.

Flaking away, slice through the crust
Layers peeled back so wafer thin
Sharp edges softly ground to dust.

Deep mantles stripped, covers mussed
Brilliance shines, gold dwells within
Old hearts buried, covered in rust.

Scouring deep, the earth is robust
Emerges slowly, the delicate forms
Sharp edges softly ground to dust.

Rich patina burnished, light adjusts
Birthed from ancient darker clay
Old hearts buried, covered in rust
Sharp edges softly ground to dust.
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Clarity

I live and work in a beautiful place with a river and beach and the wild west coast. Having grown up without a TV, as a family we read a lot. This lead to me writing a lot which in turn lead to a habit of writing poetry to make sense of my world. My grandmother painted. Lovely oils and water colours which she encouraged me to try. For many years I did very little, life was not conducive to creativity until came a time when life turned on its head and suddenly I found expression in creativity with the Intentional Creativity method taught by Shiloh Sophia McCloud in her Color of Women training. So here I am, writer, artist, ritual maker showing my offerings to the world.

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