This weaving is far from perfect but was so much fun. You might guess that I’m really into the purples, mauves, violets and blues. I created the necklace a while ago but now want my weaving to wear it. In each scroll I’ve shared a short prayer.
Eyes on the deadly Covids,
we do not count the global Cancer deaths
from what we eat and drink and breathe.
Eyes fail to follow the links
of climate changing storms and droughts
covert geo-engineering seeds.
Pandemics of lies and deceit
trick minds to what they see
as Nature’s way or the will of God
with our acceptance of ‘new norms’.
We watch the tricks that conjure traumas
in which dark forces feed on
our suffering, pain and grief
yet do not understand.
We are entertained, mesmerized
and numbed by cults of death,
by powers of arts and sciences abused.
We are as children among Magicians.
(Shelley Audrey Wilson-
August 21, 2020)
‘Who remembers their names,
the ones who laughed at you’,
I said to Emily and her statue
beside the trees, beneath the stars,
on a busy street of passing cars.
You dared to be different.
You chose a different path.
While others desecrated graves,
you honoured the Sacred Totems
of First Nations with your Art.
A disrespected People then,
their Carving Art had stopped
‘midst taunting laughter too.
You saved the falling Totems
in the only way you knew,
painting by day and night
their Heritage and Spirit true.
(Shelley Audrey Wilson-
August 18, 2020)
Flowerpoet 
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