This month saw me embrace the Nine Muses Poetry Special Challenge which is a response to an image. The image was ‘ a tuft of grass’ by Dürer. Exploring Black Nature, at the moment, meant that I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to write about the landscape and how our bodies relate with her.
Duplex (you grow from every mistake you have ever made)
After Jericho Brown and Steve McQueen
There’s a weight on your chest, on your back.
Tufts of meadow grass, plantain, yarrow.
Tufts of meadow grass, plantain, yarrow,
creeping bent that reaches to the sun.
Creeping and bent, you reach for the sun.
Showing what they look like matters now.
What matters is showing what they look like, right?
The intimate physicality?
The intimate physicality
distracts from what’s going on inside.
Inside, beneath the soil roots detach.
Shame’s blanket thickens around past wounds.
Shame thickens like a blanket around past wounds.
It’s a weight on your chest, on your back.
Sheree Mack is a Creatrix living on the North East Coast of England. She facilitates visual journaling workshops, nationally and internationally, supporting women in their exploration of their authentic voices. She is…
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