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

starlit

understanding it in your sleep

your body has started a star

you’re snuggling with blankets 

over visionary eyes

imagining

you in your cool pyjamas

silky delphinium blue

crisscrossed by links

comets connecting the heavens by numbers

in the small slope of your womb

a new star is folded

and will be born in time

covered in news stardust

you’re giving peace and space to the news

walking the sky like spirit

on soft swimming feet

listening to miniature movements

in the messenger jar of your body

your message is the star you carry

in your pyjamas delphinium blue

you’re dreaming in sync

with life unfolding

Vera Kelgart (with double terminated Isis crystal) 2022

making bass flower lace

at your desk

groaning over homework

malicious maths

until jumping up

giving up

you must have music

it’s your bass player playing

sweet subterranean electric basslines

from inside planet Earth

on your bed

hurling yourself into the feeling

deep vibrations saturations

closing your physical eyes

opening your soul’s eyes wide

imagining

your mystical twin

a bass player cool charismatic

a world wonder out of this world

but you can speak to him

at least in telepathic

rich dark tones are pouring from inside planet Earth

minuscule dark flower clusters

like Chantilly lace enfolding you

a clinging dress the colour purple mystic

made from dream plum true ocean heart crimson blue

you say

I want to play the electric bass

making bass flower lace

like vitamin frills to wrap around people

like healing like feeling alive

he smiles

do it

but some say girls can’t really play the bass

there are great female bass players anyway

but you know they say

not really really play

yeah I know

do it anyway

you’re stretching

waking with an appetite

even for maths

Vera Kelgart (with chlorite included inner child Isis crystal) 2021

chiffon of youth

where is your turquoise dress?

trying to remember the last time you wore it or even saw it

fastening the elusive fabric to your inner eye

the fabric your dreams were made of

halfway into sleep

scanning your life’s horizon

for the blue-green Morse code signal

going to your own place

your own beach where you used to wear it

the chiffon of youth

the sand of sleep is giving

there’s a bright distant sound

you’re sinking

imagining

a horizontal rainbow on the beach

you running along the sections of colour

and in the room of orange-red

is your turquoise chiffon of youth

to retrieve it you need to walk through

so you do

there’s a vibrant sound soaring

it’s turquoise in the sky above

the fiery red rowan

waking at 2 a.m.

you want to learn to play the saxophone

Vera Kelgart   (with timelink Isis crystal Sophia Sophia) 2021

inner classmates

a yoga girl at twelve

you’re sitting cross-legged on your bed

trying to visualize your classmates

locked out by the pandemic

forced to communicate

listening through phoney screens

you’re so missing their essence

just a hint of their real scent

they’re a wild flowers bouquet

you’re all wild

you’re one wild flower

standing on each other’s shoulders

desperate acrobats

and you miss each other’s subtle missives

boosting who you really are

a yoga girl at twelve

dreaming your inner classmates

aiming to give them self-esteem

adding the final touch

imagining

Layla golden dandelion

you’ll blow her stuffy glory

and find a fluffy angel’s story

Abdul sparkling blue periwinkle

you’ll paint his wizard’s cloak

with a whizzing starlight sprinkle

Serena sweetbriar shy

silk half hidden in the sand

you’ll show her the power of the rose pink sky

Mei-Mei purple common mallow

you’ll tell her to be visible

a flower tower to follow

Daniel scarlet pimpernel

you’ll tell him to save himself

for a grey rainy day

Holly green-flowered helleborine

you’ll tell her she’s fine

being just green

a yoga girl at twelve

colourbreathing

fast asleep to the music

of their fragrant chatty souls

Vera Kelgart  (with tantric twin crystal ‘Hope’)  2021