Poetry arising from the Alchemy Process...

 

She dances,

She dances. Like a Spanish

queen, gypsy like,

free.

Pointed, yet flowing, 

Inherent strength- her hands have held babies, 

they have baked

and gardened,

She weaves her own magic dance in earth and space-

uplifting her heart as she remembers who she truly is.

She is......becoming.

Not yet, or ever,

nothing- she still grows.

More and more, sophisticated

in her passionate gestures,

She swims through life-

capturing moments in her heart

that she savours in each movement response-

Beauty becomes her. It is her.

She unfolds to her own light.

Radiant and bold.

fingers like sun beams-

Touch time as she enters the moment- without grasping-

she curiously- invokes the 

place inside, that is

its own ocean, its own

river, its own soft warm

damp earth, fecund in its

potential to grow, new

branches emerge- even the oldest

trees still grow new supple-

green and juicy leaves,

and they are the most majestic-

Their strength and power

fills the forest with their

intricacies, the beauty of time

etched in their bodies,

the delicacy of their tendrils-

The strength of their roots-

The subtle nuance of the moment. The moment

The moment.

something drops. And. she-

she still sways, the

moon sun and sky are

her playmates-

the earth, her home.

Resting, In her fullness.

She has arrived. home.

by Charlotte Roberts (inspired by Fiona Couttie dancing: August 23, 2016)

 

Strength and elegant grace

Stretching through muscle

to bring exquisite tenderness

An embrace

A Theatre of being

in this human embrace

in this lightness of earthly being

timeless

buffeted in and through

Many incarnations  of wind  and sun and earth

Always on the move

with a dignity belying the body

youthful but ancient

girl and woman

gnarled and sylphlike 

but with an ease

and tranquility

A harmony, a song

for the living

for life giving 

breath.

by Fiona Couttie

(inspired by Charlotte Roberts dancing: August 23, 2016)