A skaldic inspired poem on how I use colour and body adornment to both express my nature and hide it. I think that most people who have been marginalised for their natures will recognise the feeling of ambivalence about their bodies, about being visible, and about being open and boldy expressive of what makes you ‘other’. In this poem I was feeling a sense of pride in how I’ve come to use my body as a canvas for my expression, while at the same time feeling safe within it; a feeling that’s enhanced by my visibility now, rather than threatened by it.
body as altar
Your voices echo down my bones
Your bones root up through my heels
Your wings pull shining from my spine
Body never ends;
Undulating landscape, breast and mountains,
Voice and cobweb,
Song to silent stars behind eyelids,
Moving constellations of kin metals
Never so far that I don’t feel you.
Faces that paint each other,
Sharing eyes, the space beneath a cave,
Filled with crystal songs from our tiniest parts,
The spinning orbits of thoughts and lightening
And moons and atoms,
This echo of time that ripples underfoot.
A heartbeat surge of tenderness
Between the moors and my beloved,
You are all here;
I cannot find the edges anymore.