Kirstie Sivapalan
Burning brightly, joyously. Solidly. Creating life-force and essential fire, until it falls - Shadow Only glimmers struggle to stay Reminders of what lies behind The shadow sits, weighty and cold Dense and obstinate, refusing to leave It stifles and suppresses its enemy - Light For a while it wins. All that once shone removed Pain.… Continue reading The eclipse
Our Modern life is full of Sabre-tooth tigers Warring of clans and poisonous spiders Dirty dank water and cavernous pits Furious fires and razor sharp cliffs Or so our brain thinks, accustomed to caution Hard wired to react, all out of proportion A disease of our time, a shameful admission Anxiety and stress that we… Continue reading Sabre tooth post-truth
Sadness is the colour blue. That shade of midnight. When the Sun has gone as deep as it can go and the faintest stars blaze like the strongest suns. Happiness is Yellow. Bright buttercup yellow. Like the swimming costume I wore when I was five playing in our paddling pool keeping cool in the heatwave… Continue reading Sadness is the colour blue
Normally I am Little Miss Hopeful, relentlessly optimistic about humanity and our future. Some days, days like the day I wrote the first "movement" of this poem, drops of despair and confusion trickle through and for a while it becomes that much harder to find the light. I wrote Wake after reading my morning news,… Continue reading Wake
I don't want to be right, I want to be heard I don't want to be good, I want to be helpful I don't want to be left, right or centre, I want to raise everyone up I don't want to be angry, I want people to talk to me I don't want all the… Continue reading Wanting
She is free Once demonised and displaced Her mantle being rebuilt Once strangled and silenced Her roar being released Once patted and preened Her body finding her own grace Once ignored and flattened Her place standing tall and strong Once subjected and bruised Her protection being offered to all Once scared and confused Her spirit… Continue reading Lilith returns to Eve
I drew the Queen of Swords this morning. I was feeling sad and, for some reason, full of shame. As I comtemplated the card I started to write this which encompassed the qualities of the Queen of Swords and has some autobiographical qualities... The Queen of Invisibility What life has she had that she faded… Continue reading Visible and vocal
Enough. Enough, haven't you got enough stuff Haven't you filled that gaping hole inside Haven't you stymied that gnawing lust and pride? Enough. Enough, don't you realise you are just not that tough? Haven't you softened just a little bit Haven't you fed all the demons in your deep, dark pit? Enough. Enough, can't you… Continue reading Enough
"I have conversed with the Spiritual Sun, I saw him on Primrose Hill" William Blake It was one of those days today where the clouds are low and almost impenetrable, both at times gloomy and glum. The trees looked more like stone statues than living beings, placed on top of a ground that was hard… Continue reading The Hope of Winter
Solstice blessings to all Peace. Love. Connnection. Unity
Writing and M.E. 