this imaginal space – draft pt.ix

you carry our creation and evolution
as a ring on each pale hand
and with every flick of your fingers
you rearrange the past

as you dance
every flip of your skirt shakes the trees
every clap of your hands thunders the skies
your smile is lightning

as you dance
your hands spin the clouds
your hips shake the mountains
and make our seas rise and fall
your feet stamp the heartbeat of our land

 

©clairegriffin2017

this imaginal space – draft pt.viii

there are nights when you are invisible
and imagining where you are when the sky is dark
is the beginning of all our fireside stories
while I wait in this imaginal space
I shift beyond the tangible
into realms of intuition and myth

darkness turns to light
and every time you return you affirm my trust
the endless cycle of renewal is the beginning of love

 

©clairegriffin2017

this imaginal space – draft pt.vii

I hear you child – I hold your heart in mine

don’t curse the night – or you will forever ride the darkness

I am here – I am always here – look up – I am waiting

I am giving you time

permanence is illusion – all things shift and return to source

chaos is the foundation – live in the change and shape it

 

©clairegriffin2017

this imaginal space – draft pt.vi

in difficult times of earthquake and flood
we looked to you for comfort, reassurance

but when we thought you looked away
we placed the blame at your feet
as if you acted deliberately
intervening in our world
to cause us harm

we burdened you, undeservedly
with our fears and hopes
our myths and theories

 

©clairegriffin2017

this imaginal space – draft pt.v

she is there, waiting, but she turns her face away

all this week, I hoped to glimpse your promised glory
before today, your face would have been welcomed
it was all romance and possibility

but she turns her face away

I see you, but I wanted so much more
you waited too long to show yourself
all week – going about your business undercover
a beautiful anarchist
you have betrayed us all

and now, she is blamed, the cause of devastation

 

©clairegriffin2017

this imaginal space – draft pt.iv

you persist
rising and setting
oblivious of our concerns
is it your apparent indifference that infuriates
we couldn’t accept your independent soul
we renamed you madness and chaos
the mother of darkness
the daughter of death
the mad woman
in the dark sky

©clairegriffin2017

this imaginal space – draft pt.iii

not content to worship from below
we built a stair to heaven
we burnt a forest to light our path
we arrived uninvited
and thrust our clawed feet into your skin
you could have shrugged us off
but you took this as a gift
our feet tattooed your face
yet another piercing
to add to your scars

returning home
seeing it for the first time as you do
as you have seen it for millennia
we see why you love it
why you have stayed all these years
mesmerised by our blue pearl

 

©clairegriffin2017

the wrist and the door

I wave to you from across the road
every turn of my wrist
an invitation and a farewell
a door opening and closing

I cannot decide
whether to use the weight of my heart
as a doorstop to wedge this door open
or to keep it closed

daily prompt – wrist and door – from Sarah Selecky  https://www.storyisastateofmind.com/

©clairegriffin2017

 

 

the window and the paperclip

this window opens and catches
between its edges the colour of trees
and the sound of birds
it holds a place in time and space
a marker in the book where I live
when I need to find my page
I lift this twisted bookmark
and my book opens to the perfect day

I signed up for a month’s collection of daily prompts from Sarah Selecky.
This was my response to number one.
If you’re interested check her website: https://www.storyisastateofmind.com/

©clairegriffin2017