Journal

Journal

Start sketching, passing pencil over paper. Move your mind in arcs with unexpected turns of your wrist. Ask your heart to take your hand. Coax, gentle with whispers. Show – a cot rocks by an open window – breathe – the grey down of the pillow as you dream. Colour your sketch, your dream. Use nature: today’s winter-washed azure sky. Hum a little tune and turn another page. Liberate that page. Cradle your journal, mouth open to words, eyes open to enchantment.

©James Bruce May, 2015

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