Tessa and her artistic genius…..

I decided to make a little page to document my arty endeavors. or my endeavors to be arty. Below are some photos I have taken, and also some sketches I have done since being away from home. I hope to add more over time.

Also every now and then I get inspired to put pen to paper. So I’ll add a Poem every now and then, if I’m feeling brave enough to make them “public”.

A (practice) villanelle I wrote.

I held you until the soft break of day
Light shone past trees without leaves onto you
As if our time might drift and fade away

And in this, the silence of night, I pray
Never shall I forget that subtle hue
I held you until the soft break of day

And how with rigid fear you came to say
“I can not stop” I longed it might be true
As if our time might drift and fade away

And folding sheets in sunshine made us fray
The dreaming haze lingered but still I knew
I held you untill the soft break of day

And with this secret now I have to pay
With dreams of death and birth and nothing new
As if our time might drift and fade away

And so though dusk to dawn each night I may
be forced to watch again – as your heart grew
I held you until the soft break of day
As if our time might drift and fade away.

Feeling a bit angsty. a non-rhyming poem.

Who
In their homes
walk tiresome
from room
to empty room
listening to the same
ticking
the countdown
that little egg timer
my mum never used
to create
the perfect
hard white
soft yellow
dipping dunking
after its
rolling plunging
in that tumbling fury
water in the pot

it counts down to something
i cant foresee
i cant tell
i cant know
Is that freedom?
just not knowing
does it petrify everyone?
like it does me
is it twee
to think
i might be
the only small
shrunken person
trapped in such
a large body
rattling rolling
inside this huge
tumbling fury
this is me
hard white
soft yellow
water in the pot