The girl
barely there
her cloud
tumble
of hair
her sun eyes
of blue
and skin
white as whispers
floating to you
a kiss
through your fingers
that girl
barely there
loves you
The girl
barely there
her cloud
tumble
of hair
her sun eyes
of blue
and skin
white as whispers
floating to you
a kiss
through your fingers
that girl
barely there
loves you
This poem was inspired by the work of a local Cambridge (UK) artist, Elspeth Owen. She has run a project over the last year that celebrates the moon; it culminates in the blue moon (second full moon in one month) at the end of July. She decided to switch off everything- kiln, phone, for a year, and deliver ‘moon cups’ by hand. I found it so moving (along with her spidery studio) that I wrote this poem. The gift of moons … and thanks to a good friend John for his ‘Day Moon’ photo.
I watched ‘Wild’ with Reese Witherspoon the other evening, and it inspired this poem. One young woman’s journey walking through California to Canada following the Pacific Crest Trail- she is trying to find something- maybe how to put down grief and ‘enjoy life’- maybe it was that simple.
A friend’s son, Jake, is now heading for a six week walk of his own in Spain. I wish him and all the other walkers out there luck. And may you lay down the unhelpful and find the beauty of living.
Technical note: apologies for the splitting of the poem with borders- WordPress seems to dissolve the formatting, so I had to save as two separate images.