Monday, January 09, 2012


The year advances and a voice
Inside is saying ’be creative’.
I obey.
The urge to make and do
Among the oldest of Man’s drives.
Eat, sleep, multiply, be safe, create.
Feather your nest for warmth
But choose colour.
Paint your cave with beasts.
Carve the rocks.
Storyteller's muse must be as old
But leaves no trace.
Inside the silence
A tale is forming,
And I would hear.
If only my hands would stop
And let me listen.


The creation bug appears to have trapped me in three dimensions, temporarily. Words are flowing less freely than usual.


Sandra Davies said...

I've not been actively in my studio for nearly a year now ... mildly worrying but better to recognise my limitations that spend time fretting - one of the benefits of being the age I am!

snafu said...

Well put, this is one of mankind's most consistant traits, creativity and it goes way back and runs through all aspects of society from utensils through high art to graffiti.

Hilary Melton-Butcher said...

Hi Ann .. creativity through telling the story through the ages - the mind mulls, the story will out ..

Have a great 2012 .. cheers Hilary