She goes, she is, she wakes the waters
primed in their wave-form, a flux of urge
struck into oneness, the solid surge
seeking completion, and strikes and shatters
and is its fragments, distinction’s daughters
and now, unholding, the cleave and merge
the hew and fusing, plundering the verge
and substance is the scheme it scatters
and what it numbers in substantial sun.
Her hands hold many or her hands hold none.
And diving the salt will kiss a convex eye
and be salt fact and be the bodied sky
and that gray weight is both or beggared one,
a dead dimensional, or blue begun.
(She goes, she is, she wakes the waters) by Karen Volkman via 1
Pale Yellow Breton Top: bought in a charity shop, originally from Boden
Red Gingham Capri Pants: bought in a different charity shop, originally from H&M
Straw Hat: bought in yet another charity shop, originally from Accessorize
Vintage Rose Print Scarf Tied Around Hat: from Kiki
Sunglasses: from the High Street can't remember where
Nude Pumps: very old from New Look
Beth Orton: She Cries Your Name
Portraits of me taken by my Mum on my little digital camera while we had lunch together at our beach hut, other photos taken by me.
As Mr Eve and I live near to my folks, every summer we all share the cost to rent this little hut at a nearby beach.
I'm delighted to be a part of the next Visible Monday, hosted by the lovely Patti from www.notdeadyetstyle.blogspot.co.uk, click on the website link to see her outfit and those of many others.
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