2016-
On-going series of poetry/text combining my own words with a collage of intriguing and inspiring quotes from various sources.
[What Tri Words] 2021 Green light swooning megawatt harmony. Beautiful sunday tangent vibe lines. Flock of seagulls bag of stolen chips visual apparatus buzz. Shimmera stirs admiringly alone. On the circulation of blood gentle warblers rabble. Janus fortress Folkestone purely resting cheeks. I am argonaut engraving foreheads blend. Nur brilliant prospered mess. Climate emergency services marmalade frizz watchdogs. Mobile gull appreciation unit obviously following crisps. Fortune here heckler golfing debate. Skating situations landmark shoelaces incur. Forgiving light reconnect lowest magnitude. The terrarium ambushed wicked shudders. The ledge humble wrenching wades. On the track of St. Eanswythe’s waterway stirs geese cupboards. Mellowing the corners twee soil secrets. Surface flows nervy bleach field. Benchmark 1-5 justifies office acrobats. Looking ahead snatched roofs ripen. Pills latched analogy creatures. No.1054 Arpeggio sunblock suckle roofs. Every town rests earmarked villa. St. Eanswythe’s return limits otters mentioned. Blood letters allowable doctor emblem. Gateways of the sea remodels rumble congratulations.
[The thing is] 2021 The thing is as I was stumbling through the Breton-striped corridors of my mind the so-called versatile bloom whispered of BASOREXIA shedding moments from before that I wished had either thrived (or died) or rightly been confronted. Poised on settee-island marooned with bittersweet memories the texture of madeira crumbs with a slight arch in the chair I could reveal all the terracotta tiles that speak of my inner truths and repetitions or just sing the pistachio song. but what the hell Arm hooked my shoulder and I gingerly accept a rosing embrace the fuzzy humming seeps into my fingertips and begin to sculpt a new meaning for the word TO PONDER Clarity must surely be hidden beneath these faded folds, no? Moulded to this post the stain of a peppermint dream slowly becomes clearer and if I were to push aside the whispering threads A tonic tapestry of enlightenment would lead me up towards the clock towers of cosmology but I forget where to step and where to leap. Hush, hush, evergreen? I hear an echo of pages turning in unison Releasing a gentle reassuring pulse Licking the taste of puzzlement off my lips I open the jar to find the breath of tomorrow. The quiet confidence of stretching toes points out the obvious truth That yes, It features sweet jasmine stains too. SOME ENCHANTED I SAID the realisation that we can’t sit in solitude without the support of flora and fauna. Look, this lilac stream of yesterday is running right through it yet a fortunate fool would miss it. It’s the fire in assumption And the rush in oblivion I could tell you how to pad softly instead But would you listen? the other thing is I miss the ruby light of possibility A dragon fruit jewel here there and everywhere But these segments will do for now. Apparently, there’s nothing like a radish To calm a restless mind What’s that sound? Excuse me, the swan spuds are waiting To soar through the unknown beginnings. My left leg tells me golden hour has arrived A few dust motes have landed on my knee The tickle of petals on leather creaks like a butter sigh. Now, where was I?
[I felt lifted into a dream of honey sunsets] 2019 The wind courses through your inner being as you bathe in honeycomb music. ooze, ooze, ooze peachy nice and easy take the time to fill it with liquid confidence deepening in colour as time goes by, you must remember this. Look, there passes the winged oranges on their daily dance grab a cup full of zesty zen before they move on. dance through the soothing fields of butter hour see the hot spring of yonder up ahead, bubbling with sweet delight caves breathe with deepening endeavours, don’t you know feel their reassuring pulses as you sink your toes into the golden carpet fuzzy inclinations offer you a segment of basorexia. Inhale the boldness of today look around you notice the particles of cashmere singing in their choir can you feel the blessed ruby air surrounding your body as you glide amongst the velvet waves? notice in the corner there, the honey scented ointment lets out a sparkling melody of ease open up your mind to magnetically embrace the warmth of the sandy vision bellow your feet, revealing ancient, amalgamations of trickling amber. A day passing of butter and patter, trickle and sickle spread a little marmalade and dip your toes in the pool of melted contentment as your body is resting, feel this liquid sunlight enlarging, grounding itself, reaching deep below the surface.
[Retrograde from Amuse Bouche: I Hear Raspberries] 2018 Retrograde, retrospective motion notion Watch planets for any length of time and, far from moving in any simple way, they lurch around like drunken bees, waltzing and whirling And when it leaves us, the possibility of accepting what we have - and who we are- seems entirely improbable Play as time goes by, I’ll hum it for you with a zing As two planets pass, or kiss, each appears to the other to retrogress or go backwards against the stars But then, back it creeps in the silent flush of an early morning Your hands are cold behaving like a shy cat I felt dropped into a field of enchanted clover that made me immune to everything Aideu Confidence has always dazzled, but what I felt was magnetic and so big it ached like the moon had entered my chest and filled it up A sign in the sky, or a vision, in a dream that lent boldness to your endeavours Aideu, there are octaves out there Spread a little marmalade and dip your toes in the pool of liquid contentment Now, an observer living on either moon would experience the notions of taste in space I’m a person who delights in sentimental things Raspberries But I don’t take notice, I lie in the grass and bathe in the freedom Sitting somewhere between head and heart, man (pronounced mun) is a visceral yearning backed up by the recognition that what we desire reflects our innermost self Every pair of planets creates a single dance Still dizzy from the oceanic gladness that surrounded her Experienced around obscure words and incomplete lists I wanted to let go of my feelings for a while and pull in my moat bridge The Golden Ratio is found throughout organic life forms; as the other part of me danced with the bees.
[Myself in Poesy- Opehelia & The Naiads] 2016 Some enchanted evening and so she ever fed it with thin tears whence thick and green and beautiful it grew I couldn’t sleep last night strangers in the seems to turn your head around fever In the absence of security I escape into the night but why the loose threads of turmoil unravel into the stream where Ophelia is waiting with the naiads to take my sanity and pull me towards you look wonderful tonight and place me flat amongst the chord coral why do I look I get along without very well it is cruel said she chuckle in the strings to steal my basil pot away from me you can’t if you don’t let them and so she pined I’m feeling mighty lonesome I haven’t slept a wink while like held breath the stars drew in their panting fires why should she tend her oven I’m nobody’s little weasel Into the mystic I sail and my whole world turns misty blue confusion what’s real I ask you?
ELLY RUTHERFORD 