Iona Winter

Category: healing

  • thorns

    below  she is a crack in the ocean floor vapours billow forth, surfacing above she is a primordial rose magnificent thorns poised to puncture outside she is a stain from the cat-caught-bird whose enduring feathers survive inside her water-blood-molecules-life shelter a temple of moon-babies and secrets

  • vital

    infinite time to reflect on vital things sentient and alive as the sun carves beneath my skin and mandarin segments linger on my tongue, to the tune of childhood lunch-boxes i am like a blackbird lingering at an empty water trough with the promise of being satiated, desire imprinted upon…

  • wairoro

    wairoro brain eggshell taonga how often were you shaken? i lost count at ten now you halt me completely an uneasy witness to a pared back life of overflowing shoeboxes screaming ‘more odds than ends’ with fragility poised on silken threads of broken-up highways that reside in my head  

  • 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  

  • 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

  • Sea Blossoms

    I love how the wind swirls blossoms around the footpath.   It reminds me of your hair and kelp in the ocean, dragged by the currents.   I imagine myself swimming below your wiry frame star-fished in the water.   Broken pieces of ourselves suspended in the rhythmic caress of…

  • Invisible Scars

    Most days, I am struck repeatedly (no pun intended) by mainstream media’s words and images from other countries, where sexual violence atrocities towards women and children continue to happen. It’s very easy to turn our western faces towards these countries or cultures, cast judgements or express concern, all the while ignoring what’s occurring…

  • The Point

    I walked out to the point to turn everything off but the sea whispered to me that it must continue to massage the rocks below.   The dusky sky a reminder of the one before you that striped my face from purple to gold it still makes me shudder.   Spring tide full moon storm clouds…

  • Love in all of its guises

    Love. L.O.V.E. Lightly Opening Violets Everywhere. It’s one of our most essential needs, and sadly one that is often absent in people’s lives. Last night a woman on the TV said, “There’s loads of love out there, just waiting to be found.” And I think she might be right. For many of us, love is a tricky…