Sunday 21 March 2010

All things being Equal...


1. Untitled, 2. laundry weather, 3. Untitled, 4. Waving

The spring equinox has come and gone; sunshine and skies full of stars, rain beating on the roof and blood on the moon, day and night, good and bad all in equal measure. I spent this weekend with lace, string and porcelain, making to-do lists; as always longer than days. I spent it with films and books and giddy friends. I’m still distracted, still baking cakes to calm my heart. The smell lingers, I carry it to bed with me and still I can’t sleep; that ghost is still sitting on the stairs, he replaces the vanilla with the smell of cigarettes and slips those shadows amongst the lace.

Today finally feels like spring; bare feet, washing on the lines and fluttering pale dresses, there are hats on the teapots and the rooms smell like daffodils, the bats are back in the attic, the blackbirds in the apple tree and the bees are flying. They taste the spring.* Today I love sea spray and cold sand underfoot, I love knitted blankets and steaming tea. I love pale mornings and burnt toast with jam and as always I cannot stand unspoken words. Today the woman I want to be is brave, she doesn’t listen to others words and she has nothing to lose...

*Quote: Sylvia Plath; Wintering.

2 comments:

Erica Pru said...

your days seem so peaceful and full of light. I wish i could always see my world like that

much love

cinta / sepi / sayu said...

pretty.