by chance journey

a poem which transported me along…

colourwater by weaver © 2023 all rights reserved

by chance journey, a poem…

yesterday...
 i was nudged to journey
  while drawing + painting

something drew me in

go deeper
  to a rooted place
  buried... threads fragile
  thin multi-coloured mark-making

revealing... what?

i tracked
  ever so lightly... tenderly
  my slanted hand steered.

just go…

i offered a wee hello while
  i migrated... wandered... hunted... chased
  that perhaps

i was on to something

travelling alongside washed
  black-ink-penned
  shaky-handed
  painted threads of

my own weave  r
  she is

very fine, dazzling tapestry path of filament light
  capturing a glimpse
  my tender glittered strength
  torn-worn tangles... grief... joy... pain... celebrations
ancient... new

now...

some grief drops
  splashing upon my soaked page
  blending abstract... accident... of be-ing
  inside
  my owned inked hues
  becoming
  perhaps
​a re-weaving?

i will definitely call again soon.

​by weaver © 2021