Water Fall

 

On top of a glacier

   imagine a river

               fall quiet

                          quiet

 

    A ravenous river into the wild

 

         You are the embryo evolving from this

                                 moment in rainbow space

 

                A glass edge

                            crisscrosscut

                                    splits

                                           water-covered rock from sky

 

                                                                    both fall

                                                                       into

                                                                     silence

 

                                                        transforming roaring matter

                                                                                          into oblivion.

 

 

 Watercolours on watercolour paper, mirror writing on tracing paper,

framed with dark blue lokta paper.

 

I use Beam Paints from Manitoulin Island, Ontario, an indigenous, female buisness: "Made with Manitoulin honey, wildcrafted tree sap, hand-gathered, washed, and sifted stone, and the finest lightfast pigments, the paints themselves are smooth, luscious, easy to work with, beautiful in their pure, steadfastly non-toxic simplicity."

Plus plastic free packing!

https://www.beampaints.com/en-de 

 

 

Since we visited Beam Paints on the Broken Forest Tour (see postings and "kalender") in August, I have used these water colours, first for travel drawings on paper and on birch bark. Now I am more and more fascinated by the metalic glow as well as the modest, soft appearance of the colours. They became my favourites, preferably for watercolour images of my poems.

 

 

 

 

 graphic poem In the Forest

 

For the poem, see preceding posting

 

Three Poems of the Unbroken Forest

 

 

Three Poems of The Unbroken Forest

  

From a collection of six poems I wrote during my travels with the Broken Forest artists' group this summer in Ontario, Canada (see "kalender" on this Blog).

 

 Visit

 

 

You may enter here

on tiptoe

 

Please, leave your luggage and your

Litter, carry only what is you

 

Put your bare feet down

tender and firm

 

Like a lover caress the ground

 

Touch, walk!

 

You will step on my ancestors

that hold my roots tangled in

memories

 

I move slow

 

Twigs and leaves speak through me so

you understand

This is your first lesson with me

Listen!

 

You may now touch my bark

Rub your back against it like

a bear not too hungry not too weary

 

Yearning

for this experience - Breathe

in - Breathe out

 

Take your time before

you leave my realm

 

A memory of you may stay

with me for a while

A slice of eternity with an imprint of

 

your voice

your mind

your soul

 

Miigwetch! Thank you!

 

 

 

The Plunge

 

 

A river runs

a canopy rustles

a skunk appears

a raccoon clings to the branch of a cedar

a spider weaves

a cocoon opens

a beetle sways on a birch leaf in the morning mist

and falls onto old trees' mulch

 

You take the plunge

 

run

rustle

appear

cling

 

       weave

 

open

 

     sway

 

f

a

l

l

 

 

Step onto a new path

into a new age

 

Keep moving at steady speed

                 

                                     keep moving. 

 

 

In the Forest

 

 

Breathe with me

Call me a tree

Where spirits are summoned

In the forest

 

Balsam or pine

Maple, ash, birch, too, is fine

As long as your look is clear

In the forest

 

Let us commune and let us commute

I am canopy and I am root

Whisper and chant is my home

In the forest

 

Feel my colours glow

wandering in the flow

of time-woven beads

In the forest.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Images from the Old Growth Forest in Temegami, Ontario, August 2022