Wild Woman
Too much coffee
too little sleep
the day is pastel
her memories deep
faded blue blinds
tame her curious dreams
put things in rows
and numbers and screens
outside waits the desert
and 40 degrees
dingoes watch from the shade
old realities fade
new ones complete
she feels delirious
and rests on her knees
and then there appears
part of herself
La Criatura
Wild Woman
Death Goddess
La Que Sabe
she cannot be framed
is hard to be named
and should not be blamed
pink forest intuition
blind folded amongst ferns and greens
I am you and you are me
your whispers are rhythmic
you want to be seen
with instincts so keen
you deserve to be felt
and held
for you hold the song
that’s been forgotten too long.
To Art
My invisible lover
eternal husband
goddess
joker
dream poet
Always there
To ground me
Push me
Only with you
freedom is possible
my body alive
existing meaningful
you are
the best of all truths
because
you are
mesmerising
beauty
even when
you lie.
Heavenly Creatures
everything dances
interprets
speaks and writes
love letters
into the sky
grounded yet high
you can touch them or try.
Femme Magic
Where cosmic coloured snakes of the desert paradise twirl around a tree
between heaven and earth
with glowing skins
they spin in the breeze of far away winds
glistening brightly with a femme intuition that’s sharp
like the crystals just up on the hill
shedding the fabricated textiles of civilisation
they appear magical
moving across branches and bark
through feathers and art
past poetry and photographs
images of tree women and flower bodies
purple dancers, silk braids
mermaids, pixies and pieces of lace
one by one they slither into a world of dreams and animal instincts
and meet curious birds from the underground
who fly alone and in pairs
and sing beautiful songs
a realm where the creative forces of the wilderness
who have no names
play sparkly games
and perform circus tricks.
The universe
the wave
oceans water stars
mysterious vast space
washing through me
me inside it
tumbling.
Dancer in the Dark
The flowing river plays a stormy song
floods of pale moonlight
flowers hiding in the dark
She dances through darkness
skin hair bark
the trees dance too
her thoughts are a mess
it’s nice with no dress
the silver grass underneath her feet
tastes sweet and wet.
Arabian Sea
Your silver body
in the midday sun
calm wide beauty
I want to stay
and look at you
your glistening waves
can I just say
they mesmerise me
I like how you and the wind play together
I’m coming down from this balcony soon
walking across the hot sand
past fishing boats
and dogs on snooze
into you
dear sea
water
number one muse.
Portrait of Alivia Carrington- Hall, Mparntwe/ Alice Springs, 2016