Anchor

Anchor

Weighty, bulky, slicing through the depths
Plunging into the darkness, fathoms below
Dragging through water
Caught in the silt
Restriction
Trapped in time
True strength, bulk, hidden
Encrusted by barnacles
Fronds of seaweed clinging
Small fish flitting
Predatory fish gliding, silent

Time passes
Stormy seas erupt
Battering mercilessly above
Wreckage sinks
Becomes lost
Calm settles
More time goes by
Silt shifts
Layers
Hides

A chink of light
Breaks through the gloom
Illuminates dulled metal
Lifted up and up
Away from the restricting silt
Out into the light
True strength revealed
Encrustations scraped away
Displayed in a bright room
Worthy piece of history

Time passes
Light dulls
Dust gathers
Gloom descends
Relegated
To a dim corner
Forgotten
Lost
Worthless
Again.

© 2017, Lesley Saine

[Something can be lost in time, forgotten, buried… then later be rediscovered and found to have worth… and as time passes it can become lost, forgotten, buried again when it’s worth is forgotten]

Fading into obscurity

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Fading into obscurity

Drawn on canvas with ‘permanent’ black marker pen six months ago.  The image has since faded through being left forgotten on a table near a window… the sunshine fading the image away.

Ill health got in the way of putting any finishing touches to the canvas… and the image ‘faded into obscurity’.  It was nice to just do something for the fun of it… even if it didn’t last.

Much more fun to do something because you want to do it… instead of doing something to please others… even if it ends in ‘fading into obscurity’.

MINDSHIFT

As the world gets more and more divided
By religion, politics, class, gender
As well as a plethora (an excess) of discrimination
For seemingly anything dreamt up under the sun
Don’t forget we are all different
Each one of us
Individual
So don’t try to pin us down

In so many ways
Jung may be to blame (maybe Freud too)
For clinical precision
Dissecting, labelling
How some of us feel
Certain sections
BUT
We don’t all fit into the
Psychiatrist’s/psychotherapist’s sectioning of society
The mind may be a complex thing
But hey Jung don’t overthink it!

When Rorschach takes an innocent
Swiss childhood game ‘Klecksography’
Of making pictures out of inkblots
And turns it into something more sinister
The controversial ‘Rorschach inkblot test’
To measure social behaviour

Maybe Rorschach should have taken the time
Instead to stare
More closely
Really taken notice
Sensed the ink blots of butterflies
That gently stirred, fluttered
Then rose in unison and then
Gracefully flew out his window

Why stare out?
Because there are miracles of life
Happening every day
Does it really matter if one person
Likes solitude
Or another person
Likes the opposite
Or that other people
Are in between?

Let people be
Don’t forget we are all different
don’t forget to take the time
to stare out the window
you may be missing something
miraculous!

~

Carl Gustav Jung, often referred to as C. G. Jung, was a Swiss psychiatrist and psychotherapist who founded analytical psychology.

Sigmund Freud was an Austrian neurologist and the father of psychoanalysis, a clinical method for treating psychopathology through dialogue between a patient and a psychoanalyst.

Klecksography is the art of making images from inkblots. The work was pioneered by Justinus Kerner, who included klecksographs in his books of poetry.  Since the 1890s, psychologists have used it as a tool for studying the subconscious, most famously Hermann Rorschach in his Rorschach inkblot test.

A klecksography by Justinus Kerner, published 1879

A klecksograph by Justinus Kerner, published 1879

The Rorschach test; (also known as the Rorschach inkblot test, the Rorschach technique, or simply the inkblot test) is a psychological test in which subjects’ perceptions of inkblots are recorded and then analyzed using psychological interpretation, complex algorithms, or both. Some psychologists use this test to examine a person’s personality characteristics and emotional functioning. It has been employed to detect underlying thought disorder, especially in cases where patients are reluctant to describe their thinking processes openly.  The test is named after its creator, Swiss psychologist Hermann Rorschach.

Rorschach test diagnostics

One of the ten cards used in the Rorschach test.  The images themselves are only one component of the test, whose focus is the analysis of the perception of the images.

Autumn of life:

Autumn of life:

Trapped inside
Stifling heat
Outside freezing cold
Staring upwards
Stark white ceiling
Cracks
Jagged
Spreading
Imminent collapse
Who knows when

Sunlight glaring
Overbright
Moisture droplets
Trapped between panes
Riverlets caught
Frozen in time
Light
Playing on leaves
Rustled
By wind
Cool
Clear sky
Pale blue
Fluffy clouds

Piercing cry
Seagull’s territory
Beak jabbing
Mercilessly
Display of power
Dark
Black crow
Retreats
Flapping awkwardly

Autumn of life
For some
Just an
Everyday
Drama
For others

© 2015 – Lesley Saine

A further challenge (putting together a collection of my poetry)

After finishing my fourth novel ‘The Purple Queen’, I have now decided to do a poetry book.  To put all of my poetry into one place as ‘COLLECTED POEMS’.

Many of the earlier poems were included in my fantasy series of ThornRose Novels: ‘The Death Angels’ Vol 1; ‘Death? Or Glory?’ Vol 2, ‘The DeathRose’ Vol 3; and ‘The Purple Queen’ Vol 4.  More recent poems were created in 2015.

It will be good to have all of them, as a record, in one place.

 

Artist’s dilemma

Artist’s dilemma

Canvas paintings, medium, supposedly as practice
‘Supposedly’ because they were meant to be
Somehow they have taken on a new life
A pencil sketch, added marker line
Washed with acrylic in brilliant hues
Now medium canvases sit disjointed
Bird doodle one side, pattern on the other
On either side of a larger canvas
The doodle, the pattern, repeated as one
Neatly fitting together on the central large canvas
Making it almost a triptych
Sitting on top, yet another large canvas
Bare white canvas, marked with pencil
Awaiting its marker line, when the pen arrives
To follow, its wash of acrylic, and then?
Who knows? Hesitancy to follow through?
Yet again. Perhaps another repeat to come?
Or flood this canvas with added shades?
Let the deed be done
To repent at leisure
Or leave it as it is
Enjoying the vibrancy
Splash of colour
Brightening
Dark
Dusty
Room.
© 2015, Lesley Saine

Deciding not to add another colour to the medium canvases and instead to repeat the doodle/pattern design onto one larger canvas. Except then deciding not to add another colour on top of the larger canvas also… which results in starting again with another large blank canvas. So far just a pencil line, waiting for a marker pen to arrive in the post… then waiting for some more acrylic to arrive… whilst the dust gathers with indecision on what to do next.  Too easy to use waiting for supplies as an excuse not to do something. Waiting for a marker pen. Waiting for some acrylic. In the meantime the bright acrylic hues light up the dark, dusty room.

‘The Purple Queen’ by Lesley Saine (Vol 4)

“Your nightmare world will keep you trapped”

Perpetua, who had been crowned queen of the central world by ThornRose, was originally a mortal child. A mortal child who had imagined escape from the harsh reality of her life by imagining her bedroom as a sanctuary and herself as the Purple Queen, queen of the realm of her Purple Bedroom.
As sunlight breaks through the darkness, Perpetua realizes that she is no longer on the central world, that she is now on a world that has become an expanded version of the realm of her Purple Bedroom. This purple world was different though, no longer her sanctuary: nightmare thoughts that she wanted to forget, created from the anger hidden deep inside her imagination, were bubbling up and wanting to be set free.
Far far way in the distance, on the edge of the horizon, was a door slightly ajar from which dark billowing clouds emerged, mushrooming up and enveloping the purple realm. Perpetua is about to enter the doorway in order to face her ‘inner demons’. ThornRose and some of her companions will follow Perpetua into her nightmare reality but what will they find on the other side of the gateway or doorway they choose to enter?