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
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.
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
Broken
Broken,
in places I cannot see.
Lost,
in spaces I cannot feel.
Where the river carves a gash
Through the road
So that none shall pass,
There is nothing to do
But sit on my arse.
I slip into those quiet places
Where broken parts meld and mend
And in lost-ness, I find a friend.
