I do not have walls enough to hang the elegies we stitch our hands moving rhythmically in and out of stretched cloth to calm troubled minds sooth erratic beating of heavy hearts floss flows silken through pierced eyes of silver needles shining light upon shared humanity seaming connection between us across countless miles a dove … Continue reading Stitcher’s Elegy – Christine E. Ray
I paint melancholy on winter white parchment the texture crisped rice beneath sable tip frosted breath hovers cloudlike above brush strokes leaving delicate shapes obscured, unfathomable © 2021 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved Photo by freestocks on Unsplash
in deep winter’s hush branches delicate, white finger bones slumber under frost sway gently against spiked leaves thin crisp as spun sugar my December garden sparkles softly in slivered moonlight as if brushed by snow queen’s bloodless kiss © 2021 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved Photo by laura adai on Unsplash
slow morning wake interrupted unexpected serenade ‘pretty woman’ sung slightly off-key with confident bravado only a stranger wandering by an open window while wearing headphones can muster another might imagine it a command performance meant for only my ears but i no longer hold illusions of ‘pretty’ ‘pretty’ belongs to smooth soft cheeks bloomed with … Continue reading Tuesday Morning Serenade
i measure time stitch by careful stitch my needle smoothly gliding through the fabric rhythmic measured the threads weaving a kind of peace with each neat x placed I measure meaning syllable by painstaking syllable my blood of ink alternately rushing stumbling seizing a breath such deep sacred breath exhaled with each word wrestled free … Continue reading I’ve Got New rules
i long to paint but this unceasing palette of dirty whites of tired grays that lurks outside every window sucks the rich marrow from my bones whittles my winter- chilled fingers into skeletal twigs silvery bark peeling clumsy useless a cardinal briefly breaks my monotonous horizon a small spot of vivid crimson I drink thirstily … Continue reading Paler Shade of Winter
Brave & Reckless 