Auf Wiedersehen

my compass

points north

vanilla sky

I

am long gone

travel

with the sun.

behalte mich lieb

Möltenort

Printed houses

on the harbour

where I stand to watch

smoke freezing

in December air

I listen to the pattern of the day,

the bells of the cyclists,

the Stena on the way to Sweden,

not enough cars for a weekday

I take off my gloves

dip my hand

in the waves

oil on the surface, shimmering rainbow

a fish is swimming between lilac and blue

upside down

Meertag

Next to the light-house
a seagull hovers
in the salty mist
painted waves
Baltic breath

So-tun-als-ob

Eigentlich ganz einfach, isn't it?
Footprints, sand between the toes
salt on the lips.

Copyright@H.Gorrisson

Laughter, hands, tiny fingers
fragile and easily broken
Rot, das steht für Mut
das bin ich
maybe
balancing on the rainbow
I've painted in the sky
eating the moon
living of sunshine and recycled dreams
time is running under my skin,
fast
faster, sometimes too fast
raindrops
staccato notes on my head
rising into a crescendo until I'm
almost drowning
but I can still see
kann ich noch immer sehen
kann ich noch immer
smell the spring, sweet and pink
freedom, listen to the children
Flying. 
no clock counts my hours
Loving
Ich lebe.

Adam's lie

"So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them" - Gen 1:27

I don't obey.
I was not born to obey.
I am your equal
and it was never in your power
to exact obedience from me.

Blackmoon, created at the same time as the man,
created from the same earth, created to be is partner, created
to be oppressed, denied and forgotten.

There was evening
and there was morning.
But there was never light again.

Not for me
not for any of us
since you destroyed paradise
and turned it into a patriarchy

Medea, Clytemnestra, Mary, I share your fate.
Darkness folds over our gender

I am the true mother
wind spirit, blackmoon, Kiskil-lilla, Lilitu
Lilith
the beginning of the lie
of herstory

Der Lavendel verblüht.

Image courtesy of franky242@freedigitalphotos.net

Ich atme ein
          aus
   
       Ein
                Aus

Zwischen den Fingern
                   den letzten Duft
   
    Zu meinen Füßen
             Papierblumen.

Allerleirauh

[...] the king looked at her one day

that she resembled his deceased wife [...]

and he suddenly felt a great love for her.

                                           - J.&W. Grimm, 1812-

since mum died

he often cried in his sleep.

he thought I wouldn't hear it.

I stood outside the door

and wished

they were my tears.

my feet were getting cold.

one night

he opened the door

to find me on the corridor

with naked feet, in my nightdress.

he said I could

lie down

next to him

where my mother used to lie

and warm my feet

under the duvet

I lay down next to him

and warmed my feet

under the duvet

that he used to share

with my mum

he touched my face.

the winter was creeping

through the walls

of our castle

he said he would

warm me

so I wouldn’t fall ill

he took off my nightdress

to warm me

with his body

when he was finished

I went into to the bathroom

to wash off

the blood

between my legs