in the future

something spiritual but red
between crimson cranberry claret
you've been dreaming this sweater
repeatedly

in the dream you're little
but growing steadily
a wild flower on its stem
always embodied in
a new version of the sweater
red as lacquer but more like love

fat wool embroidered
with stylized free flowers
like mallow or milkwort
greetings from summer
when the snow falls

sometimes you have mittens too
lovingly provided by someone
protecting you year after year
when you were little

you miss the clear integrity
the crisp ribbed edges
someone caring for you
year after year

but you can see yourself
in the future also
spiritual physical visible
in your red sweater
giving yourself loving care
and protection

you can see yourself
in your red sweater
walking with a cheerful crowd
in the future
you know you can give yourself
loving care and protection



Vera Kelgart  (with fairy frost crystal)  2015

full circle

your silk shirt in buoyant hues
of aubergine and rose
patterned in sections with a print
of all nature's seasons

it's the shirt of creativity in depth
small seeds like incubator babes
sunny shoots like shooting stars
leaves in rows forming foliage
prickly snow dots in an empty sky
it's the shirt of creativity in height

the shirt is for wearing
on special occasions
or else it's for meditating
on life and work

in winter you love the leaves best
in summer you need to remember
dots in an empty sky

it's the shirt of the full circle
it makes you love the fabric of life
and feel at home on earth



Vera Kelgart  (with Isis crystal 'Lotus')  2015

midnight

you can't lose your teen simplicity
your plain knit cotton sweater
its colour the scent of violets
and ink blue midnight

rows and rows of childhood days
sleeves reaching for all things glittering
growing longer for the stars
in the deep blue sky of midnight

the cool warm feel of your collarbone
free in the scooped bateau
sailing on the deep dark ink blue
sea of midnight

your plain knit cotton sweater
you're slipping it over your head
smoothing your arms
in the deep blue ink of midnight



Vera Kelgart  (with self-healed Lemuria crystal)  2015

Clothes on the outside and the inside

Since the autumn of 2014 I've been working on a new type of poems, 'clothes imagery'. There are, of course, lots of clothes in my earlier poems. But the starting point of a 'clothes imagery' poem is clothes. Often physical, my own or other people's clothes, or something seen in a shop, a book or on the web.
The poem 'Brave heart', for instance, was inspired by a photo of a knit top, created by Danish knit artist Iben Høj.
Swedish designer Gudrun Sjöden is a great inspiration with her colourful global style mix. I'm wearing the clothes and writing about them!

But my poetry clothes will just as well be fantasy clothes, or hybrids of fantasy and reality. In any case, the clothes will express an identity or form of energy.
The new poems may not differ much from the earlier ones. But hopefully my visualizing skills will improve ...

Ydre og indre tøj

Siden efteråret 2014 har jeg arbejdet med en ny type digte jeg kalder "clothes imagery". Der er selvfølgelig masser af tøj i mine tidligere digte, men de nye tager direkte udgangspunkt i tøj. Det kan være fysisk tøj, mit eget eller andres. Tøj set i en butik, i en bog eller på nettet.
Fx er digtet "Brave heart" inspireret af et foto af en top, designet af strikkunstneren Iben Høj.
Og den svenske designer Gudrun Sjöden har inspireret flere digte med sit farverige, globale stilmix.

Men poesitøjet kan også være fantasitøj, eller hybrider mellem fantasi og virkelighed. Uanset hvad, udtrykker tøjet en identitet eller særlig energi.
De nye digte virker måske ikke umiddelbart anderledes end de tidligere. Men med tiden håber jeg at kunne visualisere dybere.

brave heart

you're a knight in dreams
reaching for the sky
blue loose knit
butterfly touching down

ethereal
chain mail
for your brave heart

the real substance
of this butterfly wings top
is the air between the threads
like the pause between your thoughts

perfection
protecting
your brave heart

you're a knight unique
universal
unusual
wearing your dreams on the outside



Vera Kelgart  (with etched crystal)  2015

boundless

your cool cotton batiste top
blackest sleeveless indigo
so cherished
your still and sparkling summer breath
underneath the neckline
of embroidered night

your red cotton crinkle skirt
sweet as candy
a giant poppy
breathing summer health
you twist it after wash
to regain the petal crepe

your silver bracelet
engraved with a sinuous waveform
you found it in a dream
singing boundless



Vera Kelgart  (with sheet crystal)  2015

sibyl

you're home
by your fast train sounding sea
always humming beyond the harebell dune

you work all week in the city
but you can't bear the uniform
so on friday nights
you'll come running home

unsung sea song
you shed your uniform
and hurry into your sea blue floral
maxi dress from long ago
running barefoot
into the sunset surf

you stop
a standing stone
a sibyl by the sea
you know you're better
better in the city
when replenished by your sea change

this sea blue maxi dress flowing floral
wild flowers splashing to the hem
is it the same you wore
when your were ten or sixteen
or is it just your free soul
manifesting

unsung sea song
you're coming into your own
you're wild and tranquil
you're sea and harebell
in your long ago jersey skirt
strewn with flowers of the dune



Vera Kelgart  (with grounding crystal)  2015

real again

for too long
you tried some ceremonial rags on
fitted out and lost
a child in fancy dress
enforced

now you're back in blue jeans
you'll never deny your denims
all of you is real again
you can work
you can play

body and mind
in future will find
spirit and heart
right from the start

back in blue jeans
never deny your denims
you'll team them with a red silk shirt
or a black tuxedo
or an unravelling sweater

real again
all of you
all of you
movable and splendid
in snug jeans



Vera Kelgart  (with crystal 'Dolphin mother')  2015

in the sun

time was
when you roamed the white beaches
together with your true love and your friends
in the arms of a turquoise day
always listening to the music

you in your simple sundress
just a halter-neck
with folds flying free
carrying the music
in the white linen lawn
like the firmament carries the sun

years have gone
but you're you anyway
still listening to the music

relaxing deep inside
in the arms of a turquoise day
together with your true love and your friends

that white linen lawn
folds flying free
caressing your skin

despite ageing
despite frustrations
despite responsibilities
you know you'll always be
in the sun



Vera Kelgart  (with grounding crystal)  2015

life at ease

awake and walking
in a state of alpha
you're moving through
the world's half-lit rooms
full of sleeping people

your long sarong
your favourite fabric
is pleated on your body
blue pattern whirling
into green guava

life at ease
your long sarong
is your dream-self
tropical utopical

the people all around you
are one people to you
they're all your family
in a thousand rooms

life at ease
you're moving through
the world's half-lit rooms
your dream-self billowing
from an altered altitude
to your slender sandal heels

the world at night
serenely sleeping

life should be softer
to the touch of the body



Vera Kelgart  (with multi-terminated crystal 'Flow')  2015

territory

in your wool wrap sweater
greyish blue as your native sea
you're at home

grey daylight waves
loud gulls' calls
you're at home

you have no time for fair weather
you need your territory
pulling your foam white cuffs
over your wrists in the storm

competent resilient
all you need is your territory
petrol blue grey alpaca
softly worn
and you'll be forever hardy
forever young

your wool wrap sweater
you mostly wear it open
great wings softly taking off
exposing your heart to the storm



Vera Kelgart  (with chlorite-included crystal)  2015

singers

here you are
part of a choir
wearing a sheer chiffon dress
or maybe it's light
chiffon-like clinging

not indigo
but from the deep space
between violet and indigo

dolphin is the name of this lost hue

some in the choir have dresses
in spectral hues
some in lost like sphinx
truth lifestream hope

sisters singers harmonizing
each of you pitch-perfect
in your own place

forming natural light together
walking up your tonal stairs
to the stars



Vera Kelgart  (with smoky elestial crystal)  2015