written by: J C Thomas
I am an animal of another kind
Your words, not mine.
A being with opposable thumbs
A mind to question
Numb to sensation
And strange vibrations
Spin around and your eyes flicker
Dizzy bulbs in a damp room,
Ideas made in the memory womb,
Born in every word you breathe
Never to die
Sliding through green, unseen.
Slipping into obscurity.
Your voice in my head wrapped in new clothes of
Tough bark and fresh yellow flowers
Your veins blossom leaves
Your body a vaporous tower
Your voice in the wind
Echoes under my skin down to each nerve
In my dreams I am a bird with long wings and feathers
I glide with you,
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
A poem about immortality dedicated to the memory of my friend, Edward Perkins.
She explores elements of the 'real' alongside the spiritual, magical, and the psychological. She writes about the cosmos, ecology, nature, life, death and rebirth; its beauty, pain and the blurred lines between extremes.
Jenny graduated in English Literature from the University of the West of England in Bristol, UK, and spent her second year on an academic exchange to Virginia Commonwealth University in Richmond, Virginia, USA.
During her travels, Jenny led a creative writing and drama workshop as a volunteer teacher in Thailand and she has worked as a teaching assistant in an Aboriginal Community School in the Kimberley, Australia.