sea kid

your waterbed feels like the sea

rocking you gently

dreamy on warm waves

your arms falling fingers touching

the sea floor

sleepy beauty you

blowing dream foam bubbles

safe

sinking into

the white opaqueness of timeless

imagining

your mystical twin

a sea kid from Atlantis

in black and silver fish skin jeans

and shirt of sea silk

with black and silver fins

you’re following him at work

measuring human wavelengths

reading the stars like the captains

on the black night ocean

he says try something new

don’t just stand there and wait

for Atlantis to fade

grow black silver shimmering

shark skin jeans

grow big human fins

your mystical twin

turns into a misty crystal

you wake with a start

Vera Kelgart  (with etched transmitter crystal ‘Waves’) 2022

joy for people to wear

being a seamstress and designer

you're wondering about this

how to make joy

for people to wear as clothes

sprawling in your armchair

staring at your inner still life

trying to get in the zone

breathing to relax

letting go of matter-of-facts

sinking

into a snowdrift of dreams

imagining

your mystical twin

in a pearly pink parka

protected from the snow

smiling at you from inside

a big starry hood like a cowl

in delicate rose

like the sky at dawn

this special type of parka

is called a sleeping dolphin

shining figure-hugging

with a silver lining

and little starry points

far away in the cowl

you ask her how will I get

this pink of early morning

she says go to the forest

go to the thousands of trees

that’s where you’ll find their aura shining

in the forest

go deep into the forest

scoop the pink up in the grail of your hands

and bring it to the city

you say but the forest

is far away and it may not be deep

if it’s near the city where people live

she says then go to a tree

cup your hands like a grail and make a plea

for the shine of their rose pink aura

you wake up aching from sleeping in the chair

remembering the urgent feeling

go to the forest

go to a tree

get the pink of the dawn

scoop it up in your hands for free

but first you’ll try your hand

at sewing a prototype

a rose pink sleeping dolphin

with a silver lining

and a big starry hood like a cowl

Vera Kelgart  (with crystal ‘Snow Dolphin)  2020

Sophia

alone

missing a mirroring friend

you lie down under your duvet

like under water

under the weather

looking out the dark

square of window

lost in thought

sinking back

breathing to relax

feeling behind your eyelids

snowflakes soft as feathers

falling on your tensions

loosening up

feeling warmth in your heart

keeping your cool

imagining

your mystical twin

a sturdy girl with black pageboy hair

cheekbones and dimples

in a silver silky bodysuit

speckled like sealskin

wisdom’s wetsuit

she’s Sophia of the seals

swimming like the world soul

women used to take up their sealskin

women used to take to the sea

wisdom of ambience

swimming in icy water

her strong muscles visible

beneath the backless strapless

part shamanic part

partygoing skin

listening to the seals speaking

wisdom of ambiguity

her thoughts visible

inside her clear mind

brilliant brainchildren

ready to be born

you don’t need to be amphibious

but the fact of her is freeing

your dream of her is keeping

her up like salt water

Vera Kelgart  (with dendritic inner child Isis crystal 'Viriditas)  2019

Cleo

daydreaming again

taking a break

from schoolwork

and small squealing siblings

wishing for a mirror friend

someone like you

coming from somewhere to here

closing your eyes for a sec

there's a door before you

the future

heart-shaped calling out to you

walking through

imagining

your mystical twin

looking like you

slender with long black hair

and light brown skin

but wearing a dress unknown

clinging pearly grey sheath

with a silver drawstring at the waist

unadorned cool

in black ankle boots

while you're standing gaping

in washed-out denim and tee

shimmering summer young

like you yet ancient

stepping egyptian-like out

from a mural to real life

such a scintillating girl

her name should be Cleo you're thinking

she smiles and says

she's from heaven and her dress

is a starway

from far away

sliding down a slope of light

here comes Cleo to the rescue

gliding through air

like a teen mother ship

building a shelter of the mind

walking on a comet's tail

in ankle boots so cool

into humanity's group soul

here comes a pleiad

big sister pilot

in charge of the children of the world

you're standing wondering

at a girl like you

knowing you're the same

holding your head so high

walking tall on a comet's tail

Vera Kelgart (with Isis crystal 'Glyph')  2017

going verdant

in an absent-minded moment

in your swivel chair

with your back straight

but with unfocused eyes

you're slipping through a window

shaped like a heart

gliding into the air

on your breath

imagining

you going verdant

seemingly from within

wrapped in a long voile veil

ultramarine green

growing a foliage and fruit print

in your wrap-around priestess dress

you're part of the fruiting force

of the universe bringing forth cocoa

papaya coconut pomegranate

the dream force running through your fingers

helping mango along

your green wrap is a fount ripening

food for thought

slightly creased voile wrapped unwrapped

sappy leaves sliding to the hem

bursting suns of pineapple

coffee beans rippling in your hand

from the cradle of green ongoing

unwinding stress from your bloodstream

dressing your dreams

ultramarine green patterned

with silvery leaves

gold red green thought fruit peels

back in your office

you look out of the window

in the yard there's a tree suddenly

tiny with some yellow berries

giving you a boost of confidence

Vera Kelgart  (with Isis Arkimer crystal)  2017

misty

falling down on your futon

longing to retrieve yourself

seeking your median line

making it the center of peace and quiet

in the big heart you're tracing

with the pencil of your inner eye

connecting with all parts of your body

feeling at home in your own breathing

imagining

you in a grey mystery gown

with a train of thought by a misty water

a line of swans gliding along

one silver belt swan

twisted around your waist

holding the billowing grey together

you understand grey

wearing grey denim skirts

and grey cable knits

nondescript but classic

but this is different

crepe de chine like a non-stop rolling steam

or smoke in a mirror

as a child you were misty

never could choose a distinct colour

always favouring intangible grey

a uniting frequency

all and nothing

the rainbow's origin

you were different

but here in this place you click into place

trailing your mist for miles

in your grey swan shift

bare-shouldered elegant mystery

moving between worlds

you're helping people crippled by implants

of trauma or pain

little clawlike flashback videos

you're cleansing their minds with intangible grey

you're flying

steered by the swan belt's free wing

being timeless

then you sit up

feeling good but a bit dazed

you're in your denim skirt and cable knit

Vera Kelgart  (with window crystal 'Pearl')  2016

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

courage

you're standing by the aspen
you're still but the tree is moving
dark green leaves quivering light
like a Morse signal

you're moved by the sight
you're still but your heart is fluttering
receiving light from quivering leaves
airy coins raining silver

it's a message
you'll be all right
it's courage
you'll be all right

the tree is giving you the green light



Vera Kelgart  (with rutilated crystal)  2011