Author: idiotwriter

'I am not a wise old lady, who can tell a grand life story, or a person whose story deserves to be told - I only have my voice… Perhaps my voice can reach into your heart and make it smile for a few brief moments in time.' Child; Wife; Mother; Artist; Poet, journeying home….probably in that order. Grew up in Africa-my home for 35 years, now live in a little Village in England.

Sleeping Stars

The dances of sprinklings of stardust
Strung together, then torn back apart
Here into the spaces, invisible places
Shape shift into all that we are

Inside the time and the ripples,
There’s magical spell that releases
Of ebbing and flowing, the knowing grows glowing,
Re-birthed into rhythms afar, we sleep.

IW