February 2026 Poems and Paintings

Emma Major
2 days ago
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Below you can read the poems I wrote in February 2026, accompanied by a selection of of the paintings which accompanied them.

When the moon is silent

Waves feel a weariness

Deep within the watery depths

Mountains notice the pull

Disconnecting from earthly tethers

Women vibrate imperceptibly

Channelling natural sensations

Animals observe a shift

Pondering the potential meaning

All of creation holds it's breath

Unsure of future intention

Until moon beams dance

…

Claws as sharp as knives on velvet paw

A gentle touch that hides a deadly edge

Paper cuts sting deep defying law

No logic, such a small and biting pledge

The feline grace; a silent, subtle tread

A hunter's poise in sunbeam's golden light

Eyes penetrate hearts, the words unsaid

Reflecting secrets hidden from the night

A purring comfort soft against the skin

Playful swats are testing of your will

The love they offer, born from deep within

Can mend a broken soul, oh heart be still

A sense of peace despite the piercing gaze

Such wildness tamed in love's enduring haze

...

Finding sanctuary

Where stress can never touch me

Enveloped by peace

Worries gently fade away

Soft quiet descends

Blankets of snowdrops settle

Finding sanctuary

...

Fragile warmth appears

As future's gentle breath glows

Somewhere between hope

Doubt starts to bury deeply

Soft light gently blooms

Eradicating darkness

Fragile warmth appears

…..

At Poetry and Tea online poetry group

Prose:

The heavy chill of winter is finally beginning to thaw as the first rays of returning sun touch the frozen earth. Bright yellow daffodils burst through the snow and ice, living lanterns that herald the arrival of the coming spring. Under the Imbolc moon, the world stirs from its long slumber to celebrate new beginnings.

Essence:

Returning sun rays thaw frozen winter chill

Bright yellow daffodils welcome spring as living lanterns

New beginnings awaken, celebrating under Imbolc moon

Haiku:

Winter’s grip recedes

Golden trumpets wake the earth

Imbolc light returns

Tanka:

Winter’s grip recedes

Golden trumpets wake the earth

Imbolc light returns

Frostbitten fresh shoots snuggle

Thawing ever so slowly

Longer poem:

Beneath the frost of winter's sleep

Where secrets of the soil run deep

The Goddess Brigid stirs her flame

And whispers spring's eternal name

The Imbolc light, though pale and thin

Invites the warming season in

A threshold crossed, a promise kept

While all the frozen world has slept

Now greening blades begin to rise

To meet the blue of morning skies

And golden heads, once tucked away

Awake to greet the lengthening day

The daffodils, in bright attire

Reflect the sun’s returning fire

They dance upon the thawing ground

Where life and hope are newly found

…

Drained by excitement

Exhausted by peopling

Rest is essential

…

Severed connections

Between my brain and body

Tender acceptance

Dressing wounds with compassion

Soft lights ease torture

Staring into the abyss

Promises of spring

Sparkle with gossamer lies

Reflections distort

Pauses that speak honestly

Stuck in the moment

Still discovering freedom

Severed connections

...

First rays of spring warmth

Bursting through the frozen ground

Hopeful yellow joy

Slithering through the silence

Whispering deceit

Awakens hopeful dreamers

Fresh perspectives shine

...

Cupid's arrows fly

Waiting hearts bloom into love

Springtime songs ascend

...

At the very edge of time we stood too near

The void, a whisper pulling us apart

Our fading hopes dissolving into fear

A hollow ache within our breaking hearts

But then, a fabric made of vintage love

Became a coat created from our past

Wrapping around us, comfort from above

Held us safe upon that edge steadfast

Faded hues of long lost memory's grace

Lined with laughter shared and tears that fell

Reflect the kindness on our weathered face

A timeless bond that knows us oh so well

Hand in hand we discovered a safer place

A haven to rest within love's warm embrace

The black void beckons

At the edge of emptiness

You never fail me

...

When sea shells whisper stories

Memories colour the ocean carpet green

Opening caverns of long lost loves

As coral wilts with whimsical energy

Evening love songs echo on the horizon

Summoning sinking ships sorrowfully

No longer do they journey searching for Eden

Only their letters float, in bottles destined for lovers

...

Persistence of grief

Echoing eternally

Inside a raindrop

Inside a rain drop

Discover luminescence

Love transforms the pain

Lighting up darkest places

Stars shine across time

Sparkling within stained glass hearts

Hope grows quietly

...

Pink petals spellbound

Dancing in the freezing breeze

Blossom blooms early

...

Fire and stone may break my bones

Insomnia terrorises me nightly

Disturbing my tunnel vision dreams

Of being swallowed whole politely

…

I would jump for joy

But I'm only an angel

So I'll fly instead

...

Hearts forget to beat

Soft moonbeams captivate souls

Spellbound lives connect

Listening to the inner truths

Chasing the sunlight

From our shadowed existence

Whispered secrets shared

With the spirit of the trees

Hearts forget to beat

...

The art of togetherness is abstraction

Drawing tessellations

Dreamed within oblivion

Painted in silent devotion

Sculpted from breathless emotion

Danced by communities of desolation

Scripted by corrosion and erosion

Written by the broken creating a commotion

Sang as a quiet revolution

In this world of selfish domination

...

Warm, spiced, sweet inside

Crunchy protective topping

Love in every bite

Generously offering

Consistency each season

..... What is he?

...

I feel your great pain

Draining your body again

You can rest with me

Reading books of greatest grief

Souls on fire with loss

…

You are not broken

You are surviving daily

That's more than enough

Thorns of tenderness

Pulsate within healing scars

Moonlight radiates

Silver linings shine

Just beyond your awareness

Trust in their glimmers

Butterflies find life

Fluttering in rainbow light

Imperfect beauties

...

Absence makes the heart

Desperate to reconnect

Perfecting love songs

From ordin'ry miracles

Midnight reflections

Dance in the light of lovers'

Gentle offerings

Woven on gossamer threads

Rise in phoenix flames

Smoking hearts of hopefulness

Sensing sorrows seen

Carve hearts from ancient granite

Lost in silences

Weeping wildernesses wince

Love slowly heals

Beguiling all who witness

Disillusionment

…

Crested Grebes cavort

Colourfully say "be mine"

Pond love languages

Silent communication

Celebrating spring's return

...

S is.... a series of haiku

S is for Swan

Swimming sublimely

Yet struggling to sustain

As stress suffocates

S is for Sleep

Struggling to sleep

Sleeplessness suffocates souls

Seeking some relief

S is for Space

Spaceships soar skyward

Sending space men and women

Shooting towards stars

...

The path unfolds, a mystery untold

Without a map to mark our every stride

No needle spins, no compass heirloom old

To steer us clear of dangers either side

Fears and doubts are heard on every breeze

Shadows dance where sunlight used to shine

Each trembling heart finds little inner ease

As worries build hiding meadows sublime

But time does pass and wisdom starts to bloom

In patient hearts who learn to heed the call

Of gentle voices breaking through the gloom

Who guide our steps long before we fall

Trust each step along life's journey long

Love will grow where you truly belong

...

Letters of long love

Still softened by timeless tears

Wrinkles map out time

…

Fatigue

Loves gently

Silent strawberry sadness

Refuses to play games

Acceptance

...

I long to run barefoot and wild on beaches

Jumping waves and skimming stones

Building castles of sand until the tide turns

Taking the temporary back into the sea

I long to explore where the willows whisper

Emerging into ancient woodland clearings

Where playgrounds are created from pure imagination

And words of hatred are silenced by birdsong

I long to spend days discovering joy and levity

Delighting in the distant cries of magpies

Swinging in the reality of nature's creativity

Until the sun sets as a hazy eternal sigh

I long to live out my days without expectations

Reforming and learning from every constrictor

Creatively overcoming any new limitations

Excited to discover what's round the next corner

...

We are the "sandwich generation"

Cheesed off with all our obligations

Our brains are pickled with expectations

As to do lists devour our limitations

We balance familial complications

Whilst coping with menopausal oscillations

And the loss of previous motivations

We can't even remember normal conversations

We long to jam to musical vibrations

But are expected to conform to regulations

To take charge of the societal frustrations

Whilst acquiring ever new qualifications

So excuse us whilst we make our preparations

For essential vacations and celebrations

We might try writing manifestations

Without giving you any justifications

...

Aware of feelings, yours and mine

Together now in space and time

Touching gently, heart and soul

Understanding makes us whole

Nurturing connection, strong and true

Empathy flows between me and you

Mirroring softly what's heard and seen

Each other's presence a comforting sheen

Now connected, a bond so bright

Together shining a shared love light

Inspired by the quote "the best thing to hold onto in life is each other" Audrey Hepburn but thinking about love outside of romantic love

…

Timber thickets tap

Sylvan whispers resonate

Tumultuously

Woodpeckers store oak acorns

Adorning autumnal aches

…

Faultines

Divide communities

Balancing conflicting truths

Hope heals

Cracks

...

White flakes softly fall

Glitter dusts the freezing ground

February sleeps

Ancient ant angels

Remember soothing snowflakes

Letters of lost love

Stillness settles souls

Calming clouds of confusion

Believe everlong

...

When the blanket of despair

Gets worn beyond repair

It's time to talk

When feelings overwhelm

And you just can't take the helm

It's time to talk

When the shadows block the light

And you're hiding out of sight

It's time to talk

When everything seems grey

And you need another way

It's time to talk

It's time to talk honestly

Candidly

Unapologetically

Openly

Talk to someone who listens

Without any judgements

It might be family or a friend

Someone on who you can depend

You could ring one of the helplines

Or send a text with just one line

I know it's anything but easy

I've been there, believe me

Reaching out takes bravery

But it's the start of recovery

#TimeToTalkDay

…

Poetry feels like healing, soft and deep

A balm upon the wounds the world has made

It feels like grieving, letting sorrow seep

A gentle hand within the darkest shade

Poetry feels like loving, opening my soul

To whispers of tender sweet desire

It's sunshine yellow laughter taking hold

And lifting me above the burning fire

It feels like cherry red feelings burst

A vibrant pulse that rushes through my veins

A secret shared, a blessing and a curse

It washes clean the worry and the pains

A tapestry of truth spun fine and bright

Poetry feels like coming home to light

...

Tenderness blooms bright

Despite our persecution

Grace dances with hope

Weaving within wet spring grass

Snowdrops seek brightness

...

Dark purple berries

Invigorate winter days

Juniper blessings

Balance on bumble bee wings

Gentle golden glow

…

Practice makes perfection

Accepting the need for patience

Though it doesn't weave naturally

Imagine baskets without limitations

Excesses exacerbate exhaustion

No more can I hold everything

Curating life more creatively

Each day I'll look out a little more for me

...

A silent seed

Unseen beneath the soil

Where dark desires take root and softly spread

No trumpet blasts

No caterwauling coil

Just hushed corrosion

Nurtured in the head

Evil's whisper

Creeping through the night

A subtle shift

A shadow on the gaze

It wears a mask of reason

Always right

And burrows deep within

Their heart's dark maze

No raging storm

No crashing thunder loud

But patient rot

A slow and steady gnaw

It poisons hope

Wraps love within a shroud

Disfiguring all

That once had worth and law

Keep listening close

For silence can deceive

And hatred grows

Where goodness can't believe

...

Stuck in stagnation

Boundaried by bruised beliefs

Fighting for freedom

Desperation doubts darkness

Silent skies sing scars

Chasing away frozen fears

Exploring echoes

...

Cosmic Canons Catch

Crusading Church Curators

Chords Corrupt Calmly

...

Redirections Rile

Revolving Revelations

Reflections Risk Rifts

...

Oh, apple round, a ruby bright

A promise whispered, day and night

A doctor's frown, you turn to glee

A healthy life, for all to see

Each crunchy bite, a shield so strong

Against the ills that linger long

From common cold to weary bone

Your vibrant power is widely known

But tell me, fruit, so crisp and sweet

Can you a harder challenge meet?

Can rosy skin and juicy core

Keep politicians from our door?

Their grand designs, their endless schemes

Their hollow words, and broken dreams

Can apple fruit so sharp and clean

Protect us from the governing scene?

Perhaps, dear fruit, your worth is more

To build a world we all adore

Where healthy minds, with wisdom bright

Can choose leaders to light the night

...

Sweetness sustains you

Innocence a sticky trap

See the world anew

Do not stew without an aim

Apple of my eye

Let each bite empower love

Sweetness sustains you

If you'd like to read these poems alongside their paintings, as shared on my Instagram stories, they are in this album: https://photos.app.goo.gl/DVAKStDej3qULvET8

February 2026 Poems and Paintings

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