Stargazer In the centre of the frame There sits a woman, Wreathed in cobalt, Her body like a wind chime Following the rippling air, Bending to the music Of the greater Whole. Unlike her Majesty She does not Seek to master mystery, Her magick is symbiosis; Her story weaves like a wiggle In a wondrous tapestry of clouds; The Great Goddess is the wind That guides her course; Her craft, the rain and light that Falls upon the soil of Immovable minds and Draws forth bloom. She sits sheltered in a room Like an altar and a web, Each piece of art, of tech, of space, A thread to lead her towards The pregnant lands that expect Her spring. She is Ariadne Of the many mirrored maze, Following a multitude Of pulsing strands, Ever on her way to find The Goddess at their ends, Or from absence Bring Her forth.
Tuur Verheyde is a twenty-four year old Belgian poet. His work endeavours to capture the weirdness of the 21st century; its globalised art, culture, politics and problems. Tuur’s poetry seeks to further cultural, spiritual, political and emotional connectivity on an international level. His work is personal and outward looking.