Weathering the Storm
Curled within a woven womb
of rich ebony ravens wings
I lay, receiving sustenance, nourishment
from the slithering umbilical cord.
Embraced
by the feathers of faithful
protectors
I lie
safe,
secure,
as
the
storm rages
all about me
7 Comments:
This is exquisite, absolutely perfect. The words are full circle, I think, and everything is good. Very beautiful art, and very special:-)
Your words, Heather, are beautiful. And the image, well that says it all. It is your creation, one that comes from your heart. What a healthy way to deal with your currently elevated stress level. Poets and artists, they say, do their best work under tragic circumstances.
Vi
Art Therapy works, I know for a fact.
THIS IS GREAT, I'M GOING TO PUT IT ON MY WALL.
LOVE
ANITA MARIE
just perfect, I agree. There is a very strong sense of the protectiveness of the ravens' wings around the child
May the storm pass, Heather.
Thanks everyone. My heart is very heavy but I am still standing. Much love to each of you who bring such comfort to me.
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