Tuesday, 21 January 2025

stiff red scab...

as my time rolls on...

Friday, 3 January 2025

feigned white walls...

mudlark soliloquy...

 


modelling a black and white number
is easy
but modelling a black and white number well
is quite another matter

I believe I am of the latter category

I practise
and practise
perhaps even in my sleep

that demonstrates how utterly addicted I am
to perfection 

but
I have not mentioned yet
that I model in many moods

there is the graceful glide in the air
with elegant speed
there is the catwalk strut
and then there is the
'get off my land' flash
alive with angry beauty
attested to by my accompanying shriek

I enjoy making my mark on the world
and enjoy keeping it that way too
a status quo
my way

no wonder I am honoured with a batch of names
magpie-lark
mudlark
and even
peewit and 
peewee 

in short
I am the very model of
feathered models


Thursday, 2 January 2025

2025 me ..

 



2025 me
is feeling proud of my life
at last

the shame of feeling less than others
the shame of bowing to the needs of others
and squashing my own
the shame of struggling to find my own voice
and following it confidently
finally
has melted

and the phoenix me
in all its alternative complexities
is rising


once 
for a photo shoot
I would have worked my hair
into a controlled shape
(no obvious loose, stray ends)
my smile would be shaky
and probably
if a selfie
my outline would be somewhat blurred

however
this morning
I was feeling creatively alive

different

the photograph is not studied
it is
as is

and I feel happy

so far this year...