I find my creative honey
And dive in.
Taste it on my tongue,
My toes.
Slurp each golden droplet
From my fingertips.
Let the crystal nectar
Take me on a journey,
Known only by my soul.
Streaming through my body,
Like threads of liquid amber.
It drips from my heartspace,
And pools in my womb.
A reservoir of dreams,
Yet to be spoken.
Photo by Giorgio Trovoto
I write because when I write blood runs on to the page and forms rivulets that merge into an ocean. A sea – a jumble of words with all their twists, turns, curves and corners.
Words that sit together comfortably like old grandmothers. Words that curl around each other, scaly like lizards’ tails. Words that talk, words that sing. Threads like guitar strings, each a unique note that resonates on the page.
I write because I need to, because my heart beats louder when I think about it.
I write because writing is my romance, the love affair I have been engaged in since childhood.
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