(Please play the video quietly)
(A Haibun Poem)
Margaret, wants to understand what makes me tick. What do I see, feel, smell, touch and hear?
She undresses my subconscious and reveals my anger.
the crash of
the owl collection
With searing face pain, sent to many medical specialists my health problem is a nightmare. An alternative
dentist finally discovers canal root fillings are to blame. I am furious and despise medical specialists.
I must pull
Margaret sooths, “Karin this is your time, your special time” and teaches me to sink into an alpha
dreamscape. Her serene voice suggests I take a journey to my favourite place Bushwalker’s Basin.
shades of green
in between each one
Margaret prompts me to look for green and she hooks me between, apple green, fern, lime, moss, olive
and chartreuse green. The power and significance of green tantalizes me as I sink deeper into trance.
of a blade
Now the specialists are on top of a huge rock and I am told to destroy them with an axe. I climb the rock
and find the strength to use the frighting tool. I huff and puff over and over with a hot crimson face. Suddenly
the specialists vanish and anger is finally released. I sob as Margaret hugs me and weeps too!
stretch the sky
Karin Anderson © May 2015