On the day Libby was born, six blackbirds circled over her mother’s house in an inky formation of midnight feathers. She blinked twice at them through the window and they scattered through the pale sky.
She wears the days of March in her eyes; summer melting to autumn in threads of fawn and gold.
She collects fabric off-cuts for rainy days of apron-skirt sewing and head-scarf trimming and she sings folk music to her aloe vera plants. She collects wings and birds flutter at the nape of her neck, across her walls and in her sketchbook. Gin and tonic does not ever taste like an elixir for your soul as when Libby makes you one; unless of course she bestows upon you one of her Bloody Marys. I asked her once what she put in them that made them so delicious.
Pieces of my heart, baby.
She dances barefoot when she cooks and occupies the whole kitchen with the cinnamon swirls of her energy; each mouthful of her creations, no matter the dish, tastes like smiling with someone you love at sunrise.
She skips through pots of paint and leaves her footprints over landscapes of canvas that you yearn to follow, knowing your feet could never leave a mark behind to compare. Flower bulbs bloom under her palms, tears turn to snowflakes of salt that you blow away on the wind like a dandelion wish, and her armour and courage turn arrows to ivy leaves.
Libby, of green and grace, hides the sun behind a dark shawl so you can fly as high and far and wide as you like without ever being afraid of the melt or of the burn. Being in her company feels like stumbling upon a door left ajar that leads you into a world decorated with geranium candles; red, ripe and delicious.
And occasionally, every so often when you’re around her, breathing her in like curls of smoke from a sandalwood flame, you’ll notice something in the sky; a circle formation of six birds who, at the quiver of her eyebrow, scatter on the wind with their wings winking at you like black diamonds.
copyright © 2009, Holly Ringland.
Jess Andrews
sigh…there are no words.
Holly Ringland replied
oh jess, you are so kind and lovely… thank you, this made me smile.
LittleHelen
Pieces of my heart, baby oh..see I got to this line and damn my heart skipped a beat. This is beautiful as always :) xx
Holly Ringland replied
oh honey… any beat your heart skips, i feel in mine… thank you for reading you lovely lady xx
Rebekah Anderson
You’ve done it again, Miss! That dark, tragic side that everyone secretes irrespective of their demeanour or appearance, for the first time (as far as i’ve read) so perfectly and without melodrama portrayed. Holly, I’ve given up trying to figure out how you do it. I’m just glad you can.
xx
Holly Ringland replied
That dark, tragic side that everyone secretes irrespective of their demeanour or appearance
bek, i’ve gotta tell you, i loved the insight you had into this piece… for it was a dynamic to the work that i was not consciously aware of when i wrote this. the reference to the blackbirds, the darkness in the sky that scatters, the feathers… were all linked to libby’s love of birds fair or otherwise… but this scope you had into the work is so interesting and i’ve thought about it so much… thank you with all my heart. and thank you for being so incredibly lovely and supportive of my work. it means the world to me.
sandraellen
Holly…..this has ‘got me’ ....it is superb as is your reference to gin and tonic:)
Your stories just ‘sing’ so beautifully, this one is divine…..i just love it….....sandra x
love it love it love it love it:)))
Holly Ringland replied
thank you thank you thank you sandra… i’m all giddy and silly with pleasure that you loved this so much… and the bliss of knowing that words i’ve strung together sung to you and got you… well, it’s just the cat’s pyjamas really. thank you so much.
MargaretC
wow holly that was beautiful
Holly Ringland replied
margaret, i thank you with all my heart… thank you for reading.
BHeden
Wonderful. Almost a Nabakovian lyricism and lushness.
Holly Ringland replied
bradley, thank you so much… that’s an enormous call, but anytime you feel like comparing my writing to nabokov, i’m not going to refuse :) thank you for reading my work.
Astoreth
Holly, your words are always so fragrant, ripe and luscious. xx
Holly Ringland replied
beautiful jane, thank you so much. you have no idea the pleasure it brings me to know my words travel to where you are and bring you the scent of ripe and luscious worlds… your response to my work is so supportive and encouraging, i thank you wholeheartedly.
mimi yoon
how beautiful is this, holly…. your writing makes me dream… love how your she wears the days of march in her eyes… my she wears autumn in her eyes… please come see her as she also wears spring in her hair… xxx
Holly Ringland replied
oh so lovely… those dreams mimi that my words and your art seem to embark us each on… i’m heading over to your girl of spring now… thank you so much for reading my work and leaving such incredibly warm and kinds words behind.
ShadowDancer
She skips through pots of paint and leaves her footprints over landscapes of canvas that you yearn to follow this is how I feel about your writing, my dear… your pen is dalloped with a magic ink that leaves me with a longing I can’t describe.
Holly Ringland replied
peej, my love… you well and truly took my heart away with this response of yours. i am completely humbled by you and your comments – this one especially so. you are so kind and you motivate and inspire me to keep my ink pot full and my pen at the ready. it will never fail to amaze me that what flows from my fingers, you feel in your heart. thank you, you beautiful poetic lovely fabulous thing.
Mardra
Wow. This is a piece that is fun to read outloud – it sings itself.
Holly Ringland replied
mardra, i was seventeen when i went to my first pearl jam concert. it had a profound impact on me (besides blowing my appreciation for their music into an obsession) because of the sheer volume of people who were there just like me, singing along with every word. not long after that, i wrote a list of the most amazing experiences i imagined i’d like to experience – one being a song writer standing on stage in front of a 50,000 crowd with their guitar and strumming enough chords to elicit screams from the masses who burst into song and start singing words they’d written. it blew me away – the idea of hearing so many voices sing words back to you that came from a late night at the kitchen table or waiting for the bus. in a few of the lovely comments you’ve left on my work, you’ve told me that you’ve read my writing out loud. and the idea of that… well, thanks for making me realise a wished-for experience.
Lisa Jewell
OH my word…..Libby is glorious….
“Libby, of green and grace, hides the sun behind a dark shawl so you can fly as high and far and wide as you like without ever being afraid of the melt or of the burn.”
Sigh…...........your writing is sublime….
Holly Ringland replied
oh darling, libby certainly is glorious… i’m just the translator really, i’ve only turned what she is into words… and she definitely is sublime.
this is such beautiful feedback leece, you are elemental in me finding my own green and grace as i write and write and write. thank you lovely lady xxx
Leith O'Malley
So full of rich, colourful imagery Holly, I’m with Shadowdancer on this one.. every word!
Holly Ringland replied
thank you so much o’malley! that’s awfully kind of you to say… my cheeks go all rosy and shiny to know you feel my work as you do.
lianne
Yes, Shadow said it best and I wouldn’t even attempt to top that! Your words always make me ache with an indescribable longing and I can taste your words like rich, creamy chocolate as I read them and breathe them in. Overwhelmingly beautiful Holly.
Holly Ringland replied
overwhelmingly beautiful... as is your spirit and encouragement lianne. thank you for using what precious spare time you’ve had lately to give me feedback on my work. you have had such an enormous effect on my growth and development in my writing journey over the last year – you humble me completely. thank you.
Brad MacDuff
Your writing is just so refreshing and alive! I read it twice and smiled with every picture you painted in my mind… better than painting though because paintings don’t smell of cinnamon or taste of smiling at sunset with someone you love. Your words are a feast for the senses.
Holly Ringland replied
well, isn’t this just the ant’s pants brad. thank you, thank you for finding my words refreshing and alive… can a writer ask for more? well, i know i can’t. i very much value your response to my work… thanks for reading twice and letting my work paint words in the canvas of your mind :)
silverstrummer...
Your writing is brilliant it draws the reader into it …............ it’s great fun to read ….......what else? ...... Nothing really only that I think it’s so good I want to fav it! – David :>)
Holly Ringland replied
david, hi :) thanks for taking a peek and checking out my work. i’m delighted you enjoy it.
Astoreth
and your writing always leaves me breathless…..always.
Holly Ringland replied
oh you… so kind and lovely are you jane. thank you so much… xx
PJ Ryan
pieces of my heart baby
beautiful delicious intoxicating liquid x
Holly Ringland replied
nixie nixie so beautiful and lovely… i wish i could dive into this box and be back by your side, holding your hand. i can’t wait ‘til i can do that again and get more time with you next time… you beautiful delicious intoxicating woman, you xxx
LindaR
there are no words to compare with the experience of walking through your words ~ music to the soul and sensations of senses ~ so full it takes my breath away…poetry like this…a rare and wonderful discovery…leaves me wanting that gin & tonic of intoxication of Libby’s heart you’ve painted so fully…
I’m off to read more…thank you for this moment xx
Holly Ringland replied
goodness me linda. i think you’ve rendered the writer word-less. thank you for this moment, this realisation of my words. truly. thank you for finding my work and reading… please stay and explore for as long as you like xx
BHeden
I did not compare your writing to Nabokov’s. I pointed out that it compares itself. And that does not mean it is in anyway derivative. Just equally well sculpted. Comparatively lush.
Holly Ringland replied
well said – i completely understand what you mean. and i thank you all the same. perhaps what i should have said was ‘associate’... if you ‘associate’ my work with nabokov’s. either way, i’m glad you found my writing in this piece standing on its own, thanks bradley :)
ArcadiaTempest
Libby is someone that could be with you even when you don’t feel like being with yourself let alone another human being!! Scrumptous verse Holly…....I will only read this every now as I know it will make me jealous that you have the Queen of delightful so close to U. XXX
Holly Ringland replied
oh sweetheart, you’ve hit all the nails on all their heads! absolutely… she is the person you could be with even when you want to turn your back on the human race :) i’m so glad you enjoyed the read… thank you for your kind and eloquent words xx
Rex Inkpen
i love your beaitiful, inspired tribute. Wonderful cadence and as smoothe as melted chocolate. a palpable sense of enchantment as well.
Holly Ringland replied
thanks so much rex… it’s thoroughly delightful to know the enchantment was palpable for you and that you found these little words beautiful and inspiring. that’s just like chocolate for my muse :) thanks for reading.
Sally Omar
OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! xoxoxoxoxoxxo
Holly Ringland replied
hehehe! :) thanks so much for reading sally xxx
Cassey
I am convinced that you write with magic pens, or keyboards, or maybe just magic in your heart.
~Cassidy
Holly Ringland replied
oh you beautiful fabulous lovely thing… thanks for saying so :)
Shoaib .
ahhhh ur exciting to read !
wow
Holly Ringland replied
hey shoaib, thanks so much!
Astoreth
still loving you and blowing you cinnamon kisses… ;-)) xxxx
Holly Ringland replied
lovely lady, they’re the best kind. thank you so much xxx
nnimus3
“She wears the days of March in her eyes; summer melting to autumn in threads of fawn and gold.”
for some reason, this reminded me of Little Green, by Joni Mitchell. I hope the comparison appeals to you- she’s my all-time favourite so be assured I mean it in praise.
Holly Ringland replied
ms3! this is such a late reply… but i wanted you to know… if my words reminded you in any way of the sublime joni mitchell, little green nonetheless… well, it leaves me beaming and warm. thanks so much.
Priya ...
This is sublime. Delicious. I’m left greedy, hungry for more.
madworld 25 days ago
Every time you take me away, every time I see myself in your writing, every time I fall in love more. I love your work Holly, it helps keep me sane
Michael Scholl 19 days ago
this is fabulous. I’m so happy I found this and you.
RubyMae 12 days ago
so beautiful…