Four short poems about connection - edition of 10

Four short poems about the connection between ourselves, and our surroundings.
About the path we share with rocks, birds, the wind, the sky, and our breath.
About human and non-human, bodies.

POEM 1
I come to be with rocks

I come to be with rocks
I sit with them

They surround me
They cradle me

In their deep silence
They purr,

Or sing to me
The tides of the sea.

Wise creatures,
Unlike me,

They keep within
Heat for the earth.

in their eternity
In their individuality

They allow me to sit with them.
We sit together in the sun.

POEM 2
Explores the connection between the inside and outside of our bodies and the idea of our body as forest. Asks the question: Where does our breath come from?

Abstract Alchemy II

Within this heart,
Grows something new.

It takes the shape of two vessels.
Soft and pale organs.
Lungs,
breathing each other’s breath.

Flowers with twisted roots
Travel through the limits of their soils
Reminding me of a surrealist tale,
I read, a long time ago.

A water lily (nenuphar in French) was growing inside
The lungs of a woman
Or her heart
I forgot.

Breathing from another place,
From a deeper and softer core,
Letting this heart become a young forest.
Once more.

POEM 3.
About the song of birds, and how they always seem to travel with us.

The songs of birds

I lean on the songs of birds.
I fly with them,
And travel through new bodies,
Like a feather.

White fluffy feather in the sky,
I accept, that I need others,
To discover new places.
I wait.

Tiny flea travelling,
On the back of sparrows,
Holding tight to their skin,
I dive in.

Until my shell cracks open,
And reshapes me once more.
I float,
And always, I feel at home.

From nest to nest.
From one body to another
always, the song of birds,
Play around me.

POEM 4
About the collaboration between a witch, the sky, the wind and the horizon to create a new skin for the sky

The Indigo skin of the sky

I remember,
When I was a witch.

I was stirring skies,
From the foam of shells.

Long porous bodies,
Were resting upon the sea.
And the wind,
Was pushing us around.

From the flesh of others,
Flowers and tides,
Again and again,
Horizons appeared.

We were making,
The indigo skin of the sky.

We were witches,
We remembered.

A5 booklet, 12 pages, first edition of 10, printed in colour, on recycled paper.
the texts are shown alongside illustrations in indigo.

Texts and illustrations Carole Villain. All rights reserved.