Big Dreams in Black and White
Marulé MacKay
She opens one of her writing journals. A present from a sunbeam friend.
Marulé MacKay
She opens one of her writing journals. A present from a sunbeam friend.
Pages sprinkled with colourful confetti stars. Discoveries
of glitter surprises
and smiles—all around.
She starts to write these pages alive with love.
The happiness of the bright, and the darkness of the night.
On rainy days, sometimes sunny, she wonders if she has
fallen into a pot of honey—too sticky to get out?
these…
numb days
vibrant skies
sad minutes
angel eyes
dark circles
golden shores
lost souls
beauty wars
tired of grey
tired of rhymes
tired of long goodbye’s
tired of games
tired of the mundane
tired of everything remaining the same
tired of hot-and-cold affections
tired of connection infections
she wants to swoop him into aliveness
with a child’s candid kisses
poison herself with his fears
and give birth to all his wishes
she wants to drown in his black hole
rescue his hidden truths
reach the vulnerable space
turn the sun on to his face
leave it to burn him down
to nothing but grace
Dear black sheep,
You are haloed
Your beauty can never die
Even if they cannot see it as time ticks by
give her
meds
head docs
soppy quotes
popping
pills
crying spells
positive chants
impossible cant’s
all these afflictions
won’t cure her “you-addictions”
adventure with her
float on unknown stormy air currents
yield to the moon’s tides
have dessert for breakfast
words for lunch
and do not fret
about dinner for once
smell the air
breathe it
into the core of your ribcage
unbeknownst—paved with love
allow yourself to notice the scent
the scent of limes exploding
the zest to start moving
the art of blooming
she is not meant for murky waters
and mud, and neither is he
they should each be a lotus
sparkling on top
she is meant for silver streams
and big golden dreams
and so is he
As she turns another page of her journal, more stars she
sees.
She knows, she’s the only one to colour herself free.
Here to rise to the fullness of beauty
And paint rainbows in the skies of the gloomy
she’s a bubbly banshee
a…
bay tree
beach pea
black sea
boogie-woogie
bumblebee
milky tea
dried brie
beastly broken
beautifully woven
an emotion erosion
a flower explosion
a lover and a sucker punchy
a wannabe romantic junkie…
And she loves his heart,
Exclamation mark!
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Marulé MacKay (Pronounced ma-ROO-lay) is a baby
from the dark side of the moon, who is in love with beauty. Everywhere. In
music, lyrics, art. All around. She has a poignant romance with words and ideas
and uses these as the bricks and mortar of her dream world. She loves
cream-dreamy chocolate. The smell of pine trees. The smell of the night. Leaves
rustling in the wind. The wind, where voices become reality. She loves playing
in the waves of the ocean. She thinks she may perhaps be a mermaid, craving subsurface
silence. She is a traveller, foodie, explorer of emotions and mania, a
sensualist by heart, and a friend of unicorns and rainbows. She has heart and
love for all things. She is vulnerable yet with titan-strength, this allows her
to live. Her desire is to share and connect with the restless and wild and
sensitive bruised hearts of the lost souls. Make beauty. Not war.
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