illumination as art
(beautiful imperfection)
a day masked as a Monday was just,
as such,
until it was stolen, spilled into miracles,
thrilled to meet us
coastal harbour view, a sea pours through,
in rushes of enchantment,
'til we are sacred
again
towards the light, towards each other,
out of my mind,
what we really seek is this sensation of feeling alive
golden threads of pain
illuminate as scars,
branch upon my body, across my face
as 'wabi sabi' art
sinking back underneath
opened, spoken, listened
this ever-changing canvas bleeds
the allure of darker seas
the very next day was beyond dreary,
rained and ruined,
leaves accidentally washed my face
simply, because I noticed they did
Credit to'The Rewind'for this shared image.
I wrote this one after taking the day off to embrace the spontaneity of a beautiful, sun soaked Monday. One of those days I’d have liked to save, play on repeat. If I only could.
The park earlier had been mesmeric. It was where I had started to notice the light play with contrasts to darker backdrop. I felt it everywhere.
I dropped what wasn’t important, took the children for a prom walk and a rare ‘order what you like’ lunch by the coast. Because we could.
The scene was set off by the industrial backdrop of the Poolbeg Chimneys, a famous feature of the Clontarf coastline.
That texture and nuance was a theme all day; the sparkle and foam on the darker waters, looking back into the sun through the trees felt divine, sacred, personal to me.
Images arose of golden binds and mends in nature - and in me - and this concept of ‘wasi sabi’ the beautiful imperfection and ‘awareness of the transient nature of earthly things … the pleasure in the things that bear the mark of this impermanence’
That glorious sunshine was followed by two days of dreary rain. It’s the fifty three degrees north thing. My longings drifted from threading light from one day into another to how our luminous lives get hidden in the imperfect ‘in between days’ that end up being our lives.
A sunshine day on repeat wasn’t entirely what I needed it felt more true to say. Perhaps pulling golden threads of light through wounds is to feel ALIVE. Maybe noticing these moments, feeling them is all we need to do.
Including The Cure ‘In between Days’, Ham Sandwich ‘illuminate’ which I saw play live at the Irish equivalent to Glastonbury last year, James ‘getting away with it, all messed up’ because we are. And a beaty blissed ‘Romy’ Lifetime with its sense of ‘high’. Olivia Rodrigo who my daughters play. I like her throwaway lines of infatuation.
Looking back through the leaves, the sun shone as kiss 
The beauty of the shadow and light
Stunning! I loved "leaves accidentally washed my face
simply, because I noticed they did" gave me shivers. Love listening to your recitations too!
Love this.. again your writing is evolving week on week!! And I am more and more engaged by your prose pieces afterwards.. there is a lyrical nature to that writing too.. the poem flows into it like the music.