I take my trusted lessons from the trees, and yet see this obliteration of natural branching, as in the wide expanding horizons of thought and being, right next to Queen Boudicca and Winston Churchill, at the heart of government, where the trading of freedom, justice and truth is pursued by narcissists and other charming, psychopathic bastards.
And there's dear Brian Haw at the geographical heart of so much disaster and hypocrisy, a living conscience for a nation, soldiering on through all weathers for seven years now, protesting against the killing of other people's families.
Soft Air
to find a moment
now
that was fresh and clear
like this
walking into July rain sky greyblue soft
all over.
Such perfect air
delights the free nation of my skin
that sings joy
at this touch
this air
this day.
Freedom delights the perfect nation
of my skin.
Morning Woman Tree oil on canvas 26"x32"
© Morag Emmerson 2009.
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