March 2025 Paintings and Poems
- Emma Major
- 3 days ago
- 4 min read
I feel that there should be a trigger warning for most of the poems I wrote in March 2025 because they are full of emotional and physical pain. I was in ICU at the beginning of the month, having developed sepsis and then DKA, and although the care by the ICU staff saved my life, it took a long time to process what had happened to me. In reality as I type this 3 months on I'm still processing it and will for some time to come.
As ever, the poems are in reverse order, because that's how I add them into a document as they are written. I will include some of the paintings in this post and the rest will be in a link at the bottom. I hope you enjoy my creativity.
Happy Mother's Day
To the mothers, mums, mummys and mamas
To the grannies, grandmas, nonnas and nannas
To the aunts, cousins, godmothers and sisters
To all the women who care for another
In their love and friendship, making life a bit better
Whilst also aware that today can be bitter
For those whose mum's could have done so much better
For those who are desperate to themselves be a mother
I'm sending love to you all, one woman to another
...
That light at the end of the tunnel
It might be a freight train approaching at speed
But if that is the case
Let's jump on board and steer it towards a better future
...
Don't give up on hope
Even when life knocks you down
You deserve support
You deserve support
You are more than good enough
You are valuable
You are valuable
Let's jinx political hate
Don't give up on hope
...
I'll pen emotions
Letting them flow through my words
Until my last breath
...
In this time of hate
Our voices tremble with hope
Poetic tears flow
...
Pink cherry blossoms
Garnish velveteen arrows
Love springs eternal
Love springs eternal
As tentative flowers bloom
On frosty mornings
On frosty mornings
The dawn chorus celebrates
Pink cherry blossoms
...
Unavailable
Making time to recover
Equilibrium
...
Invisible faces hover wordlessly
Tender in their watch
Near then far away
Unseen hands cradle my fragility
Delicate in their touch
Nudges outside time
A soft touch pulses hope
I sense a faith unspoken
A promise whispered silently
Though they are faceless
Their care is warmth wrapped tight
Holding my fraying seams together
I voyaged beyond my fragile frame
Forever grateful
For hands I didn't always see
...
In this strange realm
Shadows stretch and fold
Whilst I linger between breaths
A whisper of life echoing in surrender
The silence swaddles me
As monitors serenade my hours
Each beep a heartbeat
A metronome ticking away days
Light is glimpsed through blue curtains
Fleeting flashes in rainbow colours
The scent of antiseptic
Mingling with my dreams
In the quiet chaos I drift
In and out like fog on wintry waves
Memories slip like water through fingers
As visitors wait in white rooms
The minutes evaporate into the infinite
Yet I find solace in vigilance
Each breath a cornerstone
As the world spins outside
Days collapse like a house of cards
Whilst I lay in a sanctuary of silence
Dreaming nights and days away
As my spirit finds its anchor
Love unfurled within the sterile chambers
Cradling the unmeasured lost hours
Now my life sings gentle hymns
As healing emerges from the ethereal
...
Flighty feathered friends
Fearlessly forage for food
Fascinatingly
...
The winds are calling
Across the barren decades
Hate can be healed
...
Old flames burn again
Spilling lava across fields
Cultivating growth
Cultivating growth
Deep beneath mid winter frost
Moonlit paradise
Moonlit paradise
Connecting constellations
Old flames burn again
...
Obsidian glass
Formed within volcanic depths
Beauty from pressure
I have to say that I still feel as fragile as glass that could break again so easily, but I know that as the weeks of recovery go on I will strengthen and heal. I just have to be patient.
...
Lakes mirror mountains
Breaking the perfect night sky
Inevitably
Inevitably
Constellations construct tales
Far out of this world
Far out of this world
Clouded confessions rain down
Lakes mirror mountains
...
Azure and Iris
Dance across the sky from my
Hospital window
...
Drafting memories
Whilst living in the moment
Every day with you
...
Letting go of stress
We journey into the woods
Nature repairs us
...
Lament
The heart
Cries in pain
Desperately seeking solace without
Answers
...
So many wires
Leading to places out of sight
Yet never out of mind
Constantly examined
To machines beeping and squealing
Screaming if I moved
Or breathed wrong
Never silenced
Leads connected to bags
With contents keeping me alive
Whilst killing off uninvited guests
That had invaded my body
Wires in
And wires out
Keep still and pray
Through night and day
...
World poetry day
Whirling wild petals
Defy imagination
Poets persevere
Poets persevere
Petals of poetry wilt
Within the spring wind
Within the spring wind
Prisoners of poetry catch
Whirling wild petals
...
On shadowy days the echoes linger long
Upon paths of stones cracked, missing and uneven
As I journey I sing a hopeful song
Remembering health is something to believe in
The distance stretches like an endless dream
A winding path that challenges my sight
Yet candles flicker soft providing a fragile gleam
And dance at the tunnel's promised light
Though daunting fears rise up as improvement's low
I whisper strength into the longest nights
Trusting in faith that guides me as I grow
Keeping my gaze on actions that feel right
Onward I go though the way isn't often clear
One step at a time dispels the deepest fear
...
Malleable bones
Move memorable mountains
On bated breath
On bated breath
Prisms of expectation
Choreograph love
Choreograph love
In the space between our
Malleable bones
...
It's tempting to hide
From all the horror outside
But that's what they want!
Instead shall we start
A revolution from bed
We need to be heard!
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Your prayers were like wildflowers
Blooming unexpectedly
On apparently barren land
Reaching into hidden depths
Where water flows eternally
Ready to invigorate life
As they rose and grew
They became a rainbow
Dancing with every colour
Filling my senses with hope
Encouraging me silently
When I could no longer do that myself
...
Light in the darkness
Body, mind and soul
You can see all the paintings created and shared in March 2025 by clicking this link.
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