She plunges her hand in again conjures up a bikini top.
Blue with white polka dots.
On her next slight of hand she creates bladderwrack
with such a casual nonchalant magic.
"What is..?" she enquires of me
She falls in love with its sound.
Will "bladderwrack...bladderwrack...bladderwrack!" all the way home.
She is my tiny God making a universe in her own image.
The camera clicks captures the creator in the act.
Her pet sea gazing at her imploringly like a Kraken on a leash.
She pats it with a splash. A wave licks her toes.
The sun shines in glorious black and white.
Her laughter my prayer.
Dawn and the the sparrows balancing on the very tips of bamboo had come to welcome me to a new day. It was going to be our last Jersey day so I wrote this as a thank you poem to Linda Rose for not only having us in her home but for (hopefully ) surviving us.
We had such a delightful time with Linda Rose and hubby Mike. Life was like the most glorious sax solo.
I love the way her mind plunges into her unconsciousness and plucks forth an image or a thought that will startle you into an awareness of self that encapsulates the very essence of being. She is so brave in her concepts and prepared to take risks that bring about such ideas and with such a generosity of soul.
Her writing reminded me of my little girl seeing the sea for the first time and amazed at what she could pull out of it.
She looked after us with such kindness and caring that we are still glowing with it all.
And such poetry and such audiences! Such a pleasure to be able to read and hear others read in Jersey Opera House.