Iona Winter

Category: consciousness

  • old ways

    i wish for the old ways of recompense rather than the blame that pervades modernity   transgression affects a whole whānau oscillates the extremities leaving none untouched   i wish for the old ways where the offence was laid down with intention at the feet of the other

  • resonate

    your gaze references inherant mirrors and sonorous caverns of forgotten lovers faint echoes engraved in the bedrock   your words glide willingly subcutaneous breath resonates off damp walls and i recognise sanctuary lies within  

  • hills

    a forgotten past convenient to bury within fathomless wardrobes   not long ago grandmothers burned alive like torches up there on the hills   ancient anger resurfaces when sisters are treated with a similar cowardice   but my interior is illuminated without the need for a closet

  • quiet

      i am  rinsed clean by the currents deep-blue-green-water-clarity tethered far below like a buoy the weight soon slips quiet from my shoulders i wait back against the clay face outwards to the wind rinsed clean

  • reminder

    i’d forgotten there could be security in a single bed tucked up, flannel sheets, hot-water-bottle-sweaty-warmth seeping through me sometimes we don’t realise how far we’ve come until a friend reminds us that we are safe these days tucked up in a single bed for the night

  • limits

    most days i witness stories of horror from those who survive it i avoid the media because i have limits so when you ask have i heard about such and such and my face resembles a blank page i hope you can realise there are limits to how much i can hear, see or touch in one day

  • pirate

    change greets me with filtered light and different shadows the only constant   i dreamt you whispered about lost loves and pirate-like your gold earring stroked my cheek   change light as gentle rain and seasonal birdsong the only constant

  • as i feel more comfortable  with my own identity it makes space to meet yours   i walk at night alone with the essence of you beside me attuned to silence   as i feel more comfortable  

  • throat

    without sound tight throated last in the line of women no others   i mourn losses you them gaps created like deep chasms   i know a thing or two about sadness

  • fallen tree

    fallen tree I smelled you today like loamy soil and spinach greens fallen tree I heard you like water on scorched earth sighing fallen tree I felt your pruned limbs ache from loss of attachment fallen tree I know you wait for her over beyond the veil fallen tree