I have been mulling over our theme "Adrift Together" and the images that come to mind. At first I let the ideas free flow onto paper, without any attempt to edit them because I wanted to get them all down. Following that I wrote the poem.
Millions of broken pieces cast into space.
Tumbling, twisting, turning, plummeting, plunging, swirling, sparkling, glittering, shimmering.
Lights like fireflies on a black canvas.
Blobs of mercury splitting, separating, adrift and apart; falling through darkness, melting away from each other, swelling, malleable, breaking off from each other, coming back together, bonding, coalescing.
Shoals of silver fish, like small darts/arrows. A shock, like a bomb, from the world above, scatters them, throws them apart, hurls them into oblivion, into isolation, alone and dark and cold; then, pinpricks of brightness through the turbulence and the blackness, the churning sea, converging, joining together for safety, a light in the dark.
An explosion from a well of pain, deep, deep down inside..........casting out, settling and coming back together.
Metaphors for recovery.....
Tumbling, twisting, turning, plummeting, plunging, swirling, sparkling, glittering, shimmering.
Lights like fireflies on a black canvas.
Blobs of mercury splitting, separating, adrift and apart; falling through darkness, melting away from each other, swelling, malleable, breaking off from each other, coming back together, bonding, coalescing.
Shoals of silver fish, like small darts/arrows. A shock, like a bomb, from the world above, scatters them, throws them apart, hurls them into oblivion, into isolation, alone and dark and cold; then, pinpricks of brightness through the turbulence and the blackness, the churning sea, converging, joining together for safety, a light in the dark.
An explosion from a well of pain, deep, deep down inside..........casting out, settling and coming back together.
Metaphors for recovery.....
Adrift Together
Cast out –
a blob of quicksilver
on a frozen wasteland of oblivion.
Cast out –
for wearing the wrong shoes in primary school,
and saying the wrong things to the wrong people
at the wrong time.
For not looking right.
For being ginger,
with a big nose
and a farmyard of freckles.
For wearing specs with a patch.
Cast out –
for being afraid -
unable to look people in the eye,
to say who I am.
For not knowing who I am
and for needing a drink or a drug
to hide – to be seen -
to be heard.
Cast out –
alone and blind,
hurled amongst a maelstrom
of lost souls, searching,
shimmering dancers
on a black canvas,
not seeing,
not knowing,
splitting, drifting, glowing,,
shining, fading
then coming together,
coalescing,
blending,
bonding,
supporting,
loving.
Adrift together.
Linda Lewis July 18th 2015
Cast out –
a blob of quicksilver
on a frozen wasteland of oblivion.
Cast out –
for wearing the wrong shoes in primary school,
and saying the wrong things to the wrong people
at the wrong time.
For not looking right.
For being ginger,
with a big nose
and a farmyard of freckles.
For wearing specs with a patch.
Cast out –
for being afraid -
unable to look people in the eye,
to say who I am.
For not knowing who I am
and for needing a drink or a drug
to hide – to be seen -
to be heard.
Cast out –
alone and blind,
hurled amongst a maelstrom
of lost souls, searching,
shimmering dancers
on a black canvas,
not seeing,
not knowing,
splitting, drifting, glowing,,
shining, fading
then coming together,
coalescing,
blending,
bonding,
supporting,
loving.
Adrift together.
Linda Lewis July 18th 2015