Ceenoa

My joint art exhibition with my sister has been absolutely fantastic so far. I have made a nice amount of sales and met some interesting people and had lovely conversations. In the quiet time between visitors one day, I decided to challenge myself to write a piece about each art work I have sold – and as of today that total is 25 items, so I have some catching up to do! Anyway, here is the first one.

I am the keeper, the protector of bones
lost or alone, I guard their hope
that time will return them, to warmth of earth
to nourish the world, to feed new life.

© Ceenoa

Garden Moments

17/05/2022Claudette2 Comments

The Shadow of Dog

10/05/2022Claudette4 Comments

i can feel the shadow of dog
the quiet looming of dread 
in the hint of a breath
on the back of my neck
but nothing is there when i look

i can feel the shadow of dog
as days become short
the soft click of their paws
on foundational floors
are felt by my unhearing ears

i can feel the shadow of dog
in the scent of the chill
as the autumn leaves fell
from tired trees 
that no longer care

i can feel the shadow of dog
i know that it's here
but what colour they are
when i open the door
is a choice i make once again

©ceenoa

SOD #7

07/05/202207/05/2022Claudette4 Comments

I haven’t done one of these for ages, so here we go.

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After the End of The World Apocalypse (when those remaining realised the world hadn’t actually ended for them), the trend of the day was to have travel backpacks made from the skin of your closest “previously-loved-in-real-life” zombie. Of course, to achieve the pinnacle of fashion you had to have “inhumed” them yourself.

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