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‘IrieLocks’ by Imani c 1992

 

‘IrieLocks’ by Imani c 1992

This is the only large scale picture I have done using water colour crayons as well as pencils. ‘IrieLocks’ is also the only picture in my collection  which is on white card to make the colours more effective.  This picture reminds me of my  childhood love of  ‘Colouring Books’  and the sheer enjoyment of completing various outlined drawings. ‘ IrieLocks’  is a version of ‘Locks Divine’

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Jewels Of Creation

We Are

Sisters of the Morning

Mothers of the Evening

and

Daughters of the Sun.

We Are

delicate shades of Womanhood

perfumed  feminine essence

Princess, Queen and Empress

We

laugh, sing, dance and sleep

amongst our limitless families

bounded the halo of friendship

we each support.

We

speak and reason time without end

so in tune are we

that  unspoken thoughts are shared

through speaking eyes

and welcoming hugs of comfort.

We Are

graceful movers through

this turbulence called life

and provide  a radiant  anchor

to hold a weary sister

above the current of defeat.

Our Richness

for yes we are rich in spiritual love

shines throughout a million eyes

and glows beneath a skin ranging

from the sweetness of night

to the golden kiss of dawn.

I see true beauty

in the face of

all the wonderful women

that I know.

We are

Hope Eternal

We are

Twinkling Inspiration

We are

Regal Determination

We Are

Jewels

Of

Creation

Imani c 2012

 

Gentle Twilight Of Dawn

I stroke
your sleeping head
and feel my fingers quarrel with your hair
so heavy, so thick and strong
growing from warm curly, curly roots
into finger thick ropes of your Covenant.
Feathered ebony wings
swoop over your eyes
so soft
urging my touch to question this beauty,
and I do
smiling at the knowledge of not disturbing
your dance of suspended consciousness
to check that you are really here.
Cinnamon acres of minimal flesh stretch
across your face
now rested in the sleep of satisfaction
making you look so defenceless
so powerless,
innocent almost
that my heart cries out to shelter you
to protect you.
You have no idea of the power
that my maternal instincts possess
and so I watch over you
and worry
and fret
about the various avenues I have followed
to reach this moment in time
and you still seem to be unaware
of the strength
of My Essense
that makes me the woman that I am.
Watching you in your private world
reminds me of how you were when we first met
but you still defy the march of time.
Maybe you are charmed in that respect
but my worries have worn down my youthful glamour
and what you see sometimes
is the result of some serious mental plastic surgery.
Where are you now
What are you doing
and most importantly
Who Are You With
I ask myself and
God help you
if you should slip
and call out a name,
any name
other than my own.
IN AN INSTANT
this peaceful scene would be swept away
by the cold flush of Doubt
followed by the heat of Revenge
and in your weakened condition
you would stand no chance against
a
crippling
direct
hit!
But…..
then you stir and turn
leaving an intimate shoulder bare
and a warm space to snuggle into
and I do
weaving hopes and dreams
as
you
are
enfolded
unto
Me

Imani c 1995