Ode to Virginia Woolf

slowly submerging
ripples
swirl upward
cool
caressingly gray
murkiness

a protective shield
barricading reality
uncertainty hidden

willingly
I breathe
water
oxygen bubbles
rise
burst
gone forever

eyes bulging

ears popping

my body
slowly sinks

Tinted Charcoal and Coloured Pencil on Handmade Paper

Tinted Charcoal and Coloured Pencil on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2013

Day Three Hundred and Fifty Five: 13th July 2013

you ask me why it doesn’t rain ‘up’
I answer gravity

you ask me why grass is green and not red
I answer chlorophyll

you ask me why stars twinkle and planets don’t
I answer the Earth’s atmosphere

you ask me why ice is cold and not hot
I answer it can be both

you ask my favourite colour
I answer orange or maybe purple

you ask why he went away leaving you
I answer I don’t know

Pastel and Frottage on Handmade Paper

Pastel and Frottage on Handmade Paper

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© Dawn Whitehand 2013

Day Two Hundred and Ninety Four: 13th May 2013

we smiled when
you acted out (and bullied others)
and we laughed when
you told a joke (that wasn’t funny)
we even cheered when
you achieved something (that wasn’t acceptable)

and then

we wondered why

you were gone

so soon

Charcoal on Handmade paper

Charcoal on Handmade paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2013

Day One Hundred and Seventy Eight: 17th January 2013

blood spilt thin
ruby red sapphires
YESTERDAY
hard white tiles
blank empty canvas
BEGGING
abstract falling swirls
pollock like splashes
TODAY
vision blurred gasping
destitute life ended
DEAD

Acrylic Paint on Handmade Paper

Acrylic Paint on Handmade Paper