the end

For those that have gone before me.
Kavyn Brian Warren

31/01/2002

This gluebook was created using the prompt: last end final.

Gluebook - prompt C

Gluebook - If the Shoe Fits

Glue Book - For Heather

Different - Glue Book Page

Glue Books

Lip Service

Geisha

Inspired by Lisa Vollrath's Glue Books http://www.lisavollrath.com/pages/95 - I have begun my own glue book. I am intending to do at least one page a day. These are collages made from newspapers, magazines, flyers and junk mail.

sprouts - Day 14

The Minstrel

The Minstrel

As I wandered
through the wood
I heard a tune
and I tried to discern
from where it came.

I looked all about
but naught
could I see
I listened to the tree
as it offered advice.

Stop looking to the clouds
and thinking aloud
there is much to be seen
if only you lean
closer to the trees.

I sat down at the
base of the tree
and listened to the song
so sweet and so strong
as it echoed through the wood.

I opened my eyes
it was then that I spied
the minstrel singing
his song
amongst the flowers and leaves.

© Megan Warren 15/01/2006

Navy Duty

portrait in pink - for Winnie

Egypt - for Dad

Madonna

Moon Dance

unlock your mind - collage

Butterfly Magic - collage

Journey the open road - collage

Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis

Look to the moon
As she waxes and wanes
Hers is a constant
State of flux
Let her be your guide
As you embark
On your transformation
Break free
From your silk spun
Cocoon that confines you
Spread your wings
Under the moonlight
Bask in her glow
Embrace your creativity
And complete the
Metamorphosis.


© Megan Warren 11 January 2006

Fallen tree

Fallen tree
cleaves the air
chasm left
in its wake
empty space
where once
life lived
rubble detritus
all that’s left
clear blue
skyline
forever
altered

© Megan Warren 11 January 2006

Woman at the Crossroads

No one is sure who she is but, despite the wind's concern, she is coming.

Woman at the Crossroads

Follow the way
the wind blows
like a feather
weightlessly buoyant.

Follow your heart
its desire
pulling heartstrings
like a lovers
gentle caress.

Follow your creativity
wherever
it may take you
like a journeying
traveler.

Follow the path
at the crossroads
that which you must
only you
will know.

© Megan Warren 11 January 2006

Birdhouse Raven - Applique

Sprouts - Day 6

Offering to the Moon - Collaged Playing Card

Night Sky

Night Sky

It was the darkest night
Standing in the middle
Of nowhere
Not a trace of light

Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are!

As I looked up
Towards the sky
A twinkling
Caught my eye

When the blazing sun is gone
When he nothing shines upon
Then you show your little light
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are!

There above me
In the sky
A canopy of diamonds
In the sky

Then the traveler in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark
He could not see which way to go.
If you did not twinkle so
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are!

I turned on the spot
Looked all around
In awe of what I had found
A display of nature’s uncompromised beauty
The stars in the night sky

Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are!

Celtic Monastery

I found this monastery in my travels,
it is a paper model of a Celtic Monastery.
http://www.iol.ie/~mjtie/cuspa1005.htm
It has a place on my desk, for future travels.

Baptism

As I approached the tree
She was waiting for me
Scrubbing brush in hand
A tub of suds
At her feet.
I’ve been waiting
She said
I knew you’d come
To the Tree.
First you must wash
Away all the debris
A baptism of sorts
To wash away
Your demons and doubts
To purge your thoughts
Cleanse your mind
And your soul
As you emerge
From your cathartic
Rebirth
Ready to begin
A-new.



© Megan Warren 8/01/06

Always Been Creative

I sat and thought about games I used to play as a child. Nothing came readily to mind. I couldn’t think of a single one. You see I was an only child for the first 6 years of my life and my parent’s friends didn’t have young children. My father was in an Irish folk band – The Quarefella’s – and I was taken along to all the gigs. I had the usual assortment of dolls and stuffed toys, my favourite being monkeys.

But as I sat and thought, I knew that there had to be something that occupied my time. It was then that I remembered the scrapbooks. My mother bought me scrapbooks, scissors glue and project packs. They had pretty pictures to cut and paste. I even had paper dolls to dress in pretty paper dresses.

My parents owned a unit in the city. I remember when tenants moved out my mother would go in and clean it before tenants moved in. She took me along, armed with my scrapbook supplies, to keep me occupied for hours at a time.

So it seems I have always been creative – my mother even nurtured that creativity – although there have been lapses over time, after my mother read my diary in my teens I didn’t keep a diary or a journal again until I was in my 20’s, now I keep them regularly and have many volumes.

Sprouts - Day 4

I have been watering and checking my planters everyday since the seeds were planted. The seed packet guided me to expect germination between 5-21 days. Imagine my surprise yesterday when I found the first few tiny sprouts poking through the soil only 3 days after they were planted. This morning I checked and there were yet more sprouts.

Barren Land – Golden Seed Grove

Barren Land – Golden Seed Grove
Straight road
dividing the
now dry
salt lake
a field
of white
barren
‘cept for
salt bush.

Grey weathered
trees
long past
their prime
stripped of
any life
reach out
from mother
earth
like the
bony fingers
of the crone
reaching out
seeking sustenance
for her
barren land.

© Megan Warren 04/01/2006

Planting Seeds

While we were still on holidays I found the Enid Blyton Classics on sale at Kmart. I had to have them. I rang aound nearly all the stores in Perth before I found them, in Kardinya. I went for the drive to collect them – I got the complete set of picture books for less than $40. While I was there I checked out the seed selection. I purchased a Summer Time Mix.

When I got home I took my purchases inside, dropping them on the table before heading out to the shed for potting mix and a pot. Not content to plant a single seed, I scattered the whole packet in a small planter and three small terracotta pots. Now to just wait and see. I photographed the pots to document the progress of the seeds, before returning inside to reacquaint myself with The Faraway Tree.

3/01/06

Seed Packet

I don’t like making New Year’s Resolutions. If you don’t make them, then they can’t be broken. I do however like Heather’s idea of planting seeds. I have a mixed packet of seeds that I want to plant.
Time: for all the facets of my life, family, work, writing and creating.
Hope: one can never be too hopeful!
Dreams: from where creativity and writing stems.
Creativity: to try new things, to further expand my horizons.
Love: for my husband, children, family and for what I do.
Enjoyment: otherwise what is the point?

1/01/06