Outer Hebrides

The last two weeks were spend camping in the Outer Hebrides in Scotland. Whilst kayaking and walking there were many moments for reflections and insights, I am going to share in poetry and blog form. I am also really excited to share some of my experiments with you. Working with the environment we were in, I created a ‘Washed Away’ mini-series around themes that follow abuse, such as shame, and fear. And another one focusing on taking a closer look. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy the images and sounds, and laugh, cry and think with me as usual.

view from my kayak

Disclaimer

I have to provide some context for some of the following poems to make sense to you: none of our holidays (where we have–or are supposed to have–the kiddos) would be perfect without our most favourite narcissist roaring its ugly head. We had a textbook episode of hero complex, and some of this is reflected in the poetry.

I am always most disconcerted by the empty eyes. They truly freak me out. There is also a lack of facial expression (unless you provide something that can be mirrored), there are strange mechanical body movements, not to speak of the non-existent empathy and care. When I tried to verbalize why this is unsettling me so much the metaphor of zombie seemed the most obvious. It will become clearer throughout the poetry, which I used again as a coping mechanism for the incomprehensible behaviour.

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Stories–a poem

A poem lingers in the back of my throat; scratching my vocal cords like an angry cat.

When I close my eyes words dart across my lids like alarmed starlings from the cherry tree.

The rhythm of words pulsates through my veins, like the bass from a subwoofer.

I hear the echoes of stories wanting told, wanting an audience, needing out–into the open.

Every cell of my body wants to tell stories; for in stories we live, we learn, we join the past with the future.

The library is too huge, large, enormous, endless, eternal, ethereal, intangible to crasp but the stories must be lived.

Are you in the right book?
What story have you chosen?

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