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The Artist's Hand

Writer's picture: Isabelle BarsenbachIsabelle Barsenbach

Updated: Jun 10, 2023

My friend Bella and I wrote this poem together whilst lying on the grass in a park in Leamington on a gorgeous sunny day.


Bella came to visit me in university for a week, and we had been desperately wanting to write and draw together for a very long time. Finally it happened!!


This poem was inspired by the stunning water that we saw flowing through Jephson gardens (the first image below). We both love water. Everything about it. The way it moves, the way it can be glassy still and reflective, then rippling with the slightest wind, and so powerful that it can destory whole villages and kill people with a tsunami wave.


The way the sun shines on the water, making it look as though there are a million diamonds on the surface. And the feeling of being in the water; and how that's different be it swimming pool, lake or sea. I could go on.. but I won't :)


I love the tension between the idea of being cushioned by the emeralds (like grass), yet they cut the narrator. It is a beautiful pain.


The poem then moves on to the idea of being formed by nature. We had great fun with that part ...carving, etching, eroding :) It follows the creation of an individual to their death, with their ashes being scattered in a stream. The first and last stanza are linked in this sense, as the diamonds on the water finally meet the stars in the ocean sky, resembling the circle of life.


It was so much fun to write, we'd never done this before, and I look forward to writing many more together :))


Diamonds shimmering on the walk of life

Drifting onwards, sparkling like stars

Maybe they’ll join them

Up in the sky

And when I look heavenwards

I’ll see them fly


My head is cushioned in a field of emeralds

They prickle and pierce my silky skin

It hurts

But I find comfort in these shining stones

The scars they create

Turn my body into artwork


I am nature’s sculpture

Moulded by its green hands

The wind carves my curves

The artist’s hand etches away at my being

The sun’s rays flood this canvas with colour

At last I rise; a fully formed being


One day, waves will erode my shapely form

Crawl into the caves that inhabit me

I’ll lie like a statue, my veins cracking the marble

Later, my ashes will form sapphires that float on flowing waters

They’ll seal their fate with the diamonds

And both will rejoice in the ocean sky



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