Mother of Creation (For Mum on Mother's Day)
Mother of Creation - (For Mum on Mother’s Day)
She will splotch colours onto canvas any old how
to create something of unworldly beauty.
This art shines in her hair which is full of Autumnal hues of red and gold,
her green - brown eyes are lit with reflections
of her dramatic, dazzling creations.
The textures she feels with fingertips amass, layer upon layer
into mountains, streams, vales.
Knobbly, hacked, and rough, they
make you want to touch, explore,
discover what thoughts are swimming underneath.
Her seascapes are no ordinary landscapes,
but mean something to her at that moment in time.
She scours the shore for driftwood, with which she will
frame this extraordinary work. Sometimes she gazes
at the horizon, and I know she sees beyond the waves
to far off lands which quicken her blood, but
that she knows are somehow beyond her reach.
She sighs, and her thoughts are brought back to the beach
as she examines shells, sifts through handfuls of pebbles, all perhaps
representing a different hurt. The salt of the sea is on her lips
reminding her of all her unshed tears. She does not know,
or believe that what she is doing is something that transcends
everyday life and transports you to another, more spiritual dimension.
This is my Mother’s work.
And it is miraculous.