blood free
beyond birthing
she caught the nature
of beloved Soul
through the soft folds
of her humanity
an ancient banishing
umbilical
where loss and belonging
ebb and flow
beneath the bridge
of being
nursing young and old
stella maris
rising from the grasp
of his quickening sea
exposed
beneath the clothes
of awakening
~
© M.G. Iannucci 2020 at: https://giannaiannucci.com/
Painting: Standing on a Rock from the Strength of Woman Series by Ellen Rice
I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out... View more posts
