Saturday, 24 July 2010

In Search of Lost Time...


Your kingdom for a kiss* and a rose for your soul...

Where does the time go? Summer has blown in with the swallows; a tangle of marbled skies, winding roads, salt on the air and those honeysuckle stars. I’m working on my masters’ project now; making those tales tangible, thirteen of them... My days are filled with it, love, death and the weather never far from my mind. I’m dancing circles, barefoot and dreaming, weaving some magic, charms fit for kings... the rooms fill up with that summer scent, all grass and heat and rain; it drums on the roof and makes my mind wander and my feet itch. I’ve stacked books high, my fortress, and I leave a trail of tea cups wherever I go; a map to find me by...

Today my fingers are numb with pins, rope and ink and still I cannot sleep. The house shifts in its sleep, restless and waiting, for what I don’t know... The bats still fall into the fireplace, the birds tap at the windows and there are frogs where it is damp. I long for blank notebooks and the stillness of dawn, but all I have are scribbles and the taste of coffee on my tongue.
Today I love laughter and how it fills a house, I love that summer rain; its rhythm and its scent. I love the green of this land and that green silk against my skin, I love the blue of the sky and sometimes those blue stars, but no one follows me there... I love fresh sheets and now loathe shoes... Today the woman I want to be is worthy, she sleeps sound and dreamless and she can walk through words as safely as she can walk through those bees. She has no crown, no halo but she is home, she has planted peonies and trusts the sun to rise...

(Title by Marcel Proust)
*Paraphrase of Lover, you should have come over –Jeff Buckley

5 comments:

Juli said...

So good to see you back.
Your words are always so Beautiful!
Miss hearing from you! :)

Hope your summer is going lovely for you!

Anonymous said...

Good to see you posting again, figured it was 'bout time I wrote you a note... I missed your words here; a small window into your beautiful mind. I've missed watching you weave, it's a beautiful magic. And now I miss the rain...
Love C.H

Erica Pru said...

glad you're back, I've missed your beautiful writing

CRAZY DAZY said...

beautiful photograph and words - as usual, ali

Indie.Tea said...

I love the photographs of your lovely peonies...and I love your beautiful words...and I hope that you are well.