Ruby Heart
A Dress of Fluttering Softness
I sit on the deck, listening to Stevie Nicks, drinking coffee, sun shining, waiting for a message. From whom? Or What? Or where? I’m not sure. I hear a train’s horn, lawnmowers (I could do without them), birds and birds and birds and bass; someone’s car, thumping. The sound of my own breath, a woodpecker, patience. I’ve been flooding — is it time for a tease? A slow drip thick like honey? Inside my heart, a fluttering kaleidoscope of jewel toned butterflies, sapphire, emerald, amber, amethyst, a ruby, beckoning me, centers herself on my solar plexus, spreads her wings round my ribs in one sweeping gesture, lifting me, proud and knowing. Amber, swaths of them cresting my shoulders, whispering in my ears sweet somethings, dancing down my arms, delicate. Little sapphires kiss my eyelashes. A trio of emeralds crown me. They must like my golden mane. A crow agrees, and this amethyst ripples open revealing glints of midnight and crimson and golden and when her wings catch the sun they are stained glass, yet more brilliant, silken, falling round my waist, draping, tailor made for my body, a dress of softness, dissolving whatever armor was left of me.
There’s no argument that the creative process is a path toward self transformation… you can either become the one * you think you should be* and only kinda feel your passion, OR become the pulse of desire thumping in your heart and live in a state of rapture. The latter path of ecstasy ripples from your creative work into your life as a whole. It transforms you from every angle conceivable.
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Gorgeous! This is such a reflection of the essay I wanted to write today (about melting one’s defences), but written in the form of visual, pulsating, flowing poetry, it is so much more powerful.❤️
Cool picture. Did you ever do any modeling for Klimt in the early 1900's? That would put you at about 140 years old so, yeah, definitely.