Today’s creative time took me into a wild and subtle realm.
Pencil and pastel. Drawn with my left hand, coloured with my right.
Author: Roshnii Rose
I am a mother, writer and doula, passionate about creativity, spirituality, connection and birth. I bring these elements together in my work with women and the community.
Muse
We walk together
She and I
Through the stream ribboned valleys
Past magical doorways
Framed by ivy
Cobalt blue paint peeling
Handles stiff from neglect
MotherVerse
Creativity emanating from the MotherVerse.
My Creative Heart
Playing with painted paper scraps in today’s Creative Time.
Between the Floorboards
Broken parts of things lost
Between the floorboards of my mind
The playground sing-song,
Holiday cottage of yesteryear,
That checked shirt I wore,
Purple and black,
When I was eight
But wait
I’m not mourning girlhood
I’m dreaming myself into maturity
Growing into the one
I’m scared to become
Yet free now
To walk this path
To the gate
Of my medicine garden
Asking noone’s permission
To turn the key
But my own
