Touch offers the deepest clue to the mystery of encounter, awakening and belonging.*
John O'Donohue



Child grips the ******
indelicate with haste and
stern impatience a
cradle of warm fleshy love
rucked in the dark of her arms.


Shiloh Harmitt

Pigments of light
draw me to the surface as air
rippled against my skin beckons a
new day.

Between us our contorted bodies gather heat as distant drums

plusate

a primal language long forgotten.

As polarised opposites, we are held
by barometric pressures

with only gravity to our name.

Soon we loosen

& like tectonic plates we slowly drift

heedless of the aftermath above ground.

Shiloh Harmitt

Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is a painting that is felt rather than seen

- Leonardo da Vinci*


Life stilled, tiny pixels of a stolen moment
Your art flowing with light and colour -
You are the poetry

That gives meaning to every pigment of our being.

Shiloh Harmitt