Friday, September 24, 2010

...and how are you?

Evening lovelies...

Here are a couple of recent pieces from my Free-Write Wednesday group on Facebook! The one below was written in minutes, inspired by a twitter conversation. And the one below that was a slow-burn - ie. write 2 lines, have a biscuit... write 3 lines, listen to a song... and so on... and so on.

Hope you enjoy :-)

Gem xx


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(time/slow/heart/mind) - superfast free-write 23/09/10 - almost forgot!!!
by Gemma Weekes on Thursday, September 23, 2010 at 11:46pm


@PetePhilly said
Hows London, my lady.
@gemmaweekes said
fast (time)
book (slow)
luminous (heart)
shadowy (mind)

how fast? Fast as motorway traffic and no jams fast
as adrenaline soaked heart fast as
thought fast as Ramadan fast as break fast as
soundwaves fast as weeks days months years
lived in I of the storm passion and head
splitting ambition fast as light fast as death so fast
dancing fast as you can the kind of jig
you dance under of a hail of bullets the kind of
sprint you run when the finish-line is wonder the kind of
chasm you leap when the space is God this is how fast
this is how fast this is how fast

slow as love made in the
afternoon slow as sunday dinner slow as wisdom
slow as progress slow as a smile hard-won
slow as a watched sunset a watched kettle boiling a watched
phone to ring and a watched blessing to bring slow
as beauty slow as faith slow as the world when the
turning is understanding slow as the wing when the flight
is landing slow as the walk when the terrain
is self-knowledge slow as the tide when the beach is
grace slow as the knowing the knowing the knowing who
you are at last

Luminous as the sun poking a slice out from behind an eclipse.

(Here I am!)

Shadowy as the intricate leafy shade on a really
really hot day.

@gemmaweekes said

And how are you?


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FLYING - Free-Write 16/09/10
.by Gemma Weekes on Thursday, September 16, 2010 at 6:39pm.

(4booboo)

Oh sookie now. You've caught yourselves
smiling all over your faces
hearts gone to the races
cards laid – all aces
She's been waiting in the station since before
her gran was born. 10 minutes, she says. Ages.

the chest-rise the look-away the mouth dry as hay
her eyes are dreaming eyes her sighs say
dreaming you beams her clean away –
oh what did she mean to say?
adjusts her scarf
I’ll be down from the crack in 15 minutes
never have crack for breakfast! she
laughs up at you - laughs
from her hair to her old-school shoes. Ha ha
pouring in her embrace all the colours its impossible to say
All the anticipation of her days all the religion in her desire
All the silence of her faith the pride in your courage your
Ocean-hopping be-bopping free-wheeling ways and
She’s lit up just like a city at night time
you see it
Under all the concrete steel, and glass
is earth and rocks and magma
Under her fashion and words and laughter
Is a big heat - big light- future forest- lava.

This is it
the barefoot dance on bare ground the
Harp sound of hearts found
the spin round and dip-down
The l-verb and l-noun
the chest pound the dewed crown
The hot breath of Kate's* hounds the big town is
silent
Now

And so.
You know that she knows that you know what you both know…
You give her hip-hop. She gives you oil for your afro.

The station's caught you smiling all over your faces
Words dispersed like birds
Sky full of flying
Soul-silent

And she says and she says – wow
And she says and she says – it’s ok
And she says
We don’t need to know

-handsqueeze –

How!

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