a small baby,
contained in a decorative lace bassinet,
so far away from familiar faces,
no places for me to see their smiles
as I am fostered miles from homeand this was then when
I lost the bonds of all I knew to be true.
I cling to soft ribbons and lace
I cannot swim, I never do,
I only float and hope
I will be found safe and sound.
Venus in Libra led me through
to my deep affinity with unusual containers
as safe places for treasures, feathers,
baskets holding fallen nests,
seed pods and bells,
gemstones and pebbles from wild places
in carved wooden bowls,
or in tin, or timber trunks,
storing Raku with gifts from you.
Almost all my containers
do contain more containers,
and somewhere within me
lives all faith and harmony,
knowing that what is tucked inside,
a floral or painted box
will be, found eventually.
I see these as places of safe-keeping
almost every thing will live anew with you
or 'who-ever-new, finds what is 'left behind'.
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