This voice

paint me Krishna blue
so I might sing infinity
unfold the darkness
where all forgotten stars are nestled
jingle-jangle them up and out
a sharp-shaken bedsheet
wake us

cerulean throat humming
now the hand-grip loosens
I think I heard words clamber
from my womb to your ears
all bloody, vulnerable

this voice, belly-born
my hands eager to sketch quantum secrets 
hiding in the rock pools

I bore no children
but sang to them anyway.

Image by Bea Lehmann 2021 – Seaton Beach, August 2021, pencil

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Poet, artist and singer. I am an ecobard :)

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