Friday, 3 April 2015

she stands, her whole self facing the world, indomitable in her nakedness. the body of a mother who has known the feeling of creator. her skin creases and twinkles in a time-worn map of stories she continues to author. her feet firm and rooted, arms like branches held aloft and wide in blessing, conjuring ribbons of blue stars and solar systems from her open palms as the green leaves of the trinity burst forth from her wrist, elbow and knees. epiphanies in the least expected places, which when you think about it, are the most obvious. unblinking, her gaze flinches not, willing you to return her gaze and for the first time see yourself.

inspired by 'blue stars on blue tree' by kiki smith


tentaculitidae said...

april morning, the world rises from her slumber.

cloudgathererholdmedown said...

indeed, and I'm a sucker for the light ;)

Wingfall at dusk said...

This reminds me that time doesn't always erode or weaken, it can also strengthen and enlarge. I sometimes forget that.