I have never met you,
and yet you know me.
I can’t help but move closer.
I have spent all my life
to build this facade
for the world to see.
How come you see my anima?
My inner child runs to you.
Do I know you?
Why do you feel like home to me?
I love you!
Oil painting by Virginia Bucknell, you may see more of Virginia’s paintings via:
her heart endured a lot
it was once
provoked to anger by betrayal
broken as a result of blunt rejection
too tired too weak to respond
bled out to a slow death
her heart is still
imbued with passion
This poem is based on the Dreamtime Story of the Waratah
you were once white and wild
until the hawk attacked the wonga pigeon
the weak one bled on your pure form
you took on the violent crimson
guarded by razored leaves and long sword stem
you are a domestic icon
well known in every household
we grew from riding wooden horses to raising a family
we loved and nurtured our children to be their own unique person
here we are back to where we started
at our old age, being side by side
nature generously rewards us for our tireless giving
the sunset sky radiates pink and yellow on our grey hairlines
you look at me, I look at you
in sincerity, in serenity
our journey ends peacefully
at this moment in time