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Solace


Author
Savannah van der Niet

︎@savvyv
Website:
savvycreative.com.au




Isolation gives fruit to contemplation
realisation.
We see spikes and charts
curves and arcs, and a dove
appears on the balcony bearing
no twig in it’s beak.
We’re still in captivity.

When you have nothing but your hands and body
you have creativity
and shared economy.
Imagination reaching the places hands can’t
how far is far
enough?
What if we sit back to back
like toothbrushes refusing to interact?
Water runs through my fingers.
and Rike
talks about fear and love,
and I’m thinking how love
must speak loudest at a distance.

You say I was orange and now I’m blue
time is bending and skewed.
I leave your home at 7pm
and applause cracks buildings in the street,
they gaze down at me.
If eyelashes were skislopes
Eyes themselves must be volcanoes.

The first snowfall in a year
settles in a discarded peel from yesterday’s aperol.
Snows kiss is damp and magical.

Shadowpuppets and shadowboxing. Planterboxes and sprouting things.
We crack and burn our fortunes.
I collect decayed bouquets from each room,
hang a graveyard upon my wall.

All I can have now is the question:
what did you do that was beautiful today?