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I just painted this
My fellow night owl and also one of longest serving participants and I told each other what we saw in the painting.
I like to look at paintings and just say what I see in them.

I see a wolf in a woman’s silhouette staring out at the city and landscape swirled up with ocean.

I see trees
Roofs
Urban city
Night sky
Owl in a tree
I see an Italian garden somewhere in Tuscany
I see two children hiding, peeping out.
That kind of thing.

Out of interest, what do you see? 

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  • Sarah: 
    I’m seeing ocean waves on a rocky shore. Like an aerial view.
     

  • Andrea; I see the owl
     
     
     

    Darlene: I see waves… and a jungle… i see whales and corals! This is beautiful!!!

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  • Cathy: I see a swirling, angry, beautiful sea. Strong and powerful.
     
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    Gemma: 
    A wodewose with a lantern looking over his shoulder as the sea crashes over the walls of a castle turret...
     
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    Stuart: 
    I see a promontory of a cliff with fortifications to the left being consumed by a violent sea and sky and some fields on the top of the cliff.
     
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    Christine: 
    I love this.
     
  • Sarah: 
    I see salmon swimming upstream fighting against the flow of the river
     
  • Ruth: To me it's an underwater cave with sunlight coming through 💕 it's stunning. I could look at it for hours!
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Edited Transcriptions 
Here, your soul 
 
Hear your soul through the trees
Bite off the frost
From the skin of branches
From the tightness of wrapping
Hearyour soul breathe through the grass on hillsides
On the beneath into the lake
Hear your soul fly over the tops of forest of woods
Into the soil of your garden
Where you grow your food
Where you eat your soup
Where you snap sugar peas
Hear your soul in the stars
In the loud wildness of rage
In the loud wildness of sage
Growing up
around the ivy, the rosemary, the lavender, the chilli and lemon trees in their pots
On their terraces
acorn trees with their helicopter seeds spinning into swings, onto bench seats.
Here, your soul sings.
 
ER 2023
18th September 2023
 

the gesture 

 

the gesture 

the movement 

the tap 

the movement the line 

the tap tap tapping. 

the gesture the movement the blending 

the line the line the line. 

the tap the gentle 

moving the moment the unfurling 

the tap 

the moment the gesture the 

movement the tap 

the layering the moment 

the movement the gesture. 

the drip of the tap 

the drip of the tap 

a drop 

a drop 

a drop of water. 

 

21st September 2023 
16 Sep
 
You are 4 months old and 10 days, 4 months and 10 days
You are asleep on me
Your body is draped sweating my cheek as I warm you you warm me
Ahot water bottle you
Are and I am waiting for your father to come home he is working the late shift
And he doesn’t normally work nights but he’s done it this way around so we can work as a team me and him
Him and me
And every now and again I feel your feet they are small but you won’t let me draw around them when you’re Asleep or when. You’re awake it’s as if you can tell I want to trace you
and your soul is saying “no mamma I am more than this body” than these feet
Your skin so soft against my hands
And you breathe loudly and
Calmly
And loudly and softly
And so I can hear you breathe
And so I can hear you breathe.
 
 
By er, 16 Sep 2021
Apricots exist 
Furry on their skin 
Furry on their lips 
the sky that is pinpricked exists 
the sky covered in stars 
and the lonely women that exist in their beds 
existing in their beds 
beneath the quilts that they've sewn 
beneath the quilts of colour and pattern 
and stone 
stone on wet ground 
stone on wet ground and where my feet 
feel into wet mud and damp dirt 
and feel for the sky too when 
my back lies on soaked earth 
and I'm rising my nose to smell out for the trees 
Branched tree, climbing trees 
the branches that reach out towards the ground 
the branches that reach out towards the sky 
Branched tree, climbing trees
Towards the clouds below us 
Towards the clouds 
 
Apricots exist 
Intangible and delicate 
soft on my furry tongue 
licking out the sea salt air. 
 
Taste it on the supper 
The cracked open pea pods 
green vegetables from ground grown 
high up sky and high up grass
 
Plants touching the skin of the sky 
Burnt blackberries 
Stewing in sugar on a stove and the kettle 
hot above the fire 
 
And the slower life is. 
And the slower life is. 
 
Open now I am folding the letter 
Back in its envelope 
The pen and paper is 
thickly pursed, the message in it is 
unimportant but I shall reread it 
Several times remembering her voice 
remembering her laugh her smile the 
sun spray feast on her face that 
glistens. 
 
she's remembering what she said 
the last time they made love and 
they're joining all the beauty spots 
together as if they all have different 
points of view 
 
Viewing the world through the uncertainty now 
Apricots exist 
hands to hold holding a trunk 
holding a heartbeat 
tapping hands on the body of a tree
 
Soaring out now to the sky above and 
the sky below 
lying still now on the skin of the water 
 
Mooring up now with a bag of apricots 
and bread and apricot jam. 
Apricots exist now, in the taste of my memories, 
in the moving slowness of the boat 
in the hard tugness 
in the hard tugness 
in the hard tugness 
leaving behind lovers 
lovers still 
love is still 
love is still. 
 
The moment now before the beginning
the moment now before hands to hold 
holding a heartbeat, 
deep breath 
heat breath 
hot breathing 
leaving 
leaving behind 
leaving open 
                     the window to let the rain fall in. 
 
Apricots exist 
Furry on their skin 
Furry on their lips 
the sky that is pinpricked exists 
the sky covered in stars 
and the lonely women that exist in their beds 
existing in their beds 
beneath the quilts that they've sewn 
beneath the quilts of colour and pattern 
and stone 
stone on wet ground 
stone on wet ground and where my feet 
feel into wet mud and damp dirt 
and feel for the sky too when 
my back lies on soaked earth 
and I'm rising my nose to smell out for the trees 
Branched tree, climbing trees 
the branches that reach out towards the ground 
the branches that reach out towards the sky 
Branched tree, climbing trees
Towards the clouds below us 
Towards the clouds 
 
Apricots exist 
Intangible and delicate 
soft on my furry tongue 
licking out the sea salt air. 
 
Taste it on the supper 
The cracked open pea pods 
green vegetables from ground grown 
high up sky and high up grass
 
Plants touching the skin of the sky 
Burnt blackberries 
Stewing in sugar on a stove and the kettle 
hot above the fire 
 
And the slower life is. 
And the slower life is. 
 
Open now I am folding the letter 
Back in its envelope 
The pen and paper is 
thickly pursed, the message in it is 
unimportant but I shall reread it 
Several times remembering her voice 
remembering her laugh her smile the 
sun spray feast on her face that 
glistens. 
 
she's remembering what she said 
the last time they made love and 
they're joining all the beauty spots 
together as if they all have different 
points of view 
 
Viewing the world through the uncertainty now 
Apricots exist 
hands to hold holding a trunk 
holding a heartbeat 
tapping hands on the body of a tree
 
Soaring out now to the sky above and 
the sky below 
lying still now on the skin of the water 
 
Mooring up now with a bag of apricots 
and bread and apricot jam. 
Apricots exist now, in the taste of my memories, 
in the moving slowness of the boat 
in the hard tugness 
in the hard tugness 
in the hard tugness 
leaving behind lovers 
lovers still 
love is still 
love is still. 
 
The moment now before the beginning
the moment now before hands to hold 
holding a heartbeat, 
deep breath 
heat breath 
hot breathing 
leaving 
leaving behind 
leaving open 
                     the window to let the rain fall in. 
 
 
 
 
By Elinor Rowlands, 
 
August 2023 
Apricots exist 
Furry on their skin 
Furry on their lips 
the sky that is pinpricked exists 
the sky covered in stars 
and the lonely women that exist in their beds 
existing in their beds 
beneath the quilts that they've sewn 
beneath the quilts of colour and pattern 
and stone 
stone on wet ground 
stone on wet ground and where my feet 
feel into wet mud and damp dirt 
and feel for the sky too when 
my back lies on soaked earth 
and I'm rising my nose to smell out for the trees 
Branched tree, climbing trees 
the branches that reach out towards the ground 
the branches that reach out towards the sky 
Branched tree, climbing trees
Towards the clouds below us 
Towards the clouds 
 
Apricots exist 
Intangible and delicate 
soft on my furry tongue 
licking out the sea salt air. 
 
Taste it on the supper 
The cracked open pea pods 
green vegetables from ground grown 
high up sky and high up grass
 
Plants touching the skin of the sky 
Burnt blackberries 
Stewing in sugar on a stove and the kettle 
hot above the fire 
 
And the slower life is. 
And the slower life is. 
 
Open now I am folding the letter 
Back in its envelope 
The pen and paper is 
thickly pursed, the message in it is 
unimportant but I shall reread it 
Several times remembering her voice 
remembering her laugh her smile the 
sun spray feast on her face that 
glistens. 
 
she's remembering what she said 
the last time they made love and 
they're joining all the beauty spots 
together as if they all have different 
points of view 
 
Viewing the world through the uncertainty now 
Apricots exist 
hands to hold holding a trunk 
holding a heartbeat 
tapping hands on the body of a tree
 
Soaring out now to the sky above and 
the sky below 
lying still now on the skin of the water 
 
Mooring up now with a bag of apricots 
and bread and apricot jam. 
Apricots exist now, in the taste of my memories, 
in the moving slowness of the boat 
in the hard tugness 
in the hard tugness 
in the hard tugness 
leaving behind lovers 
lovers still 
love is still 
love is still. 
 
The moment now before the beginning
the moment now before hands to hold 
holding a heartbeat, 
deep breath 
heat breath 
hot breathing 
leaving 
leaving behind 
leaving open 
                     the window to let the rain fall in. 
 
 
 
 
By Elinor Rowlands, 
 
August 2023 
Interaction
 
Sailing on stars
Clouds pouring out gold dust
And the fire in the sky
Speckled
And the fire in the sky
Speckled
And hecklers sounding like stardust
And hecklers sounding like stardust
And rhyming words
Repeated words
And rhyming words repeated words
And paths
And paths that follow us closely and quickly and that turn us around
And paths
And paths that follow us closely and quickly and that turn us around
And paths
That dance
Echoed stars
High up trees and high up sky
Help us to remember help us help us to remember
Help us help us to remember
Where the earth goes
Where we lie in wet ground
And wet soil
And earth
Where the earth goes
Where the rain lands
Where we lie in wet ground
Without a sound
Without a sound
And earth
Where the earth goes
And we lie in thick grass
And we hide
And we hide
And we sing… oh we sing, and we sing.
er, . August 2023

When I enter the forest 

The forest and the trees sneeze flowers 

The world the wind the breeze green 

Lightness down on me 

Falling through the gaps 

Falling through the gaps down on me streaming down on me 

So I am warm 

So I am content 

So I am warm 

So I am content and can just be me