Posts by dwarfmaiden

Terminally creative maverick from the wilds of Cornwall, now relocated to the steel city of Sheffield. Artist, writer, dreamer, singer-songwriter. Currently lead vocalist with funky, indie folk-rockery outfit Braver than Fiction. Loves guinea pigs.

MONSTER

Can’t look.
Don’t recognise that barren crown.
Lipstick on a pig.
Line four of this unbosoming and brimming with blubber.
Can’t talk about this.

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AS SURE AS THE SUN SHALL RISE

An ocean of panic swells in my chest
As senses shudder into another day.
No calm before my storm;
Only perpetual tempest.
I dread these tides of confusion;
Predictable in their power,
But incalculable of depth
And — no oil to pour.

© Mel Lampro
Droplet and ripples

IF I LAY AWAKE…

I have recently been advised that I cannot possibly care about everything and allow myself to be affected by everything then not expect to lose my mind entirely. Well, my sanity has been questionable for many years so I shall continue to care about whatever I choose and if that happens to be everything then, so be it.

If I lay awake, worrying about people I do not know, wishing I had more change for that guy on the street, crying for children locked in cages, fraught over the state of our environment, mourning the precious animals that are hunted and abused, unable to grasp how anyone could distrust another human being based on gender, race or religion, despairing for folks trying to survive below the breadline and being totally, 100% frustrated that I cannot do more then, I would rather it was this way than just to be satisfied with breezing through this short life we are afforded, completely unaffected.

I do everything I am able – sometimes all I can do is care – but if I stop caring, simply to ‘protect’ myself, then I am lost. If we all took that stance – we would all be lost. Look around you; people are becoming lost, every day, because they think that by caring they will not make a difference.

Oh, but, they will. We will. You will.

Sign the petitions, share the videos, support the campaigns, go to the rallies – if you can. If you cannot, remember that the very expression of being moved by any of the atrocities that are going on in this world right now means that you are most definitely not lost to it.

When you stop feeling – then is the time to be concerned, not because you do.

EDIT: I wrote this piece before the news broke about that Trump woman and her jacket - I rest my case... #ireallydontcaredou

ALL CLEAR

 

Three years, three months and three weeks after I discovered that my body was harbouring an inoperable tumour…

© Mel Lampro

Three Drops from a Cauldron

My long-time friend, magical creature and pirate queen, Kate Garrett-Nield has her capable fingers in an abundance of pies – one juicy example being the delicious Three Drops from a Cauldron online journal which features myth, legend, folklore, fable and fairytale.

I have worked with Kate a few times and in several guises but for Issue 20 (October 2017) my role was that of cover artist, after I responded to her call for suitable submissions and, here we are (again).

Hallowe’en is not a new piece but October can very much be a time for reflection so it seemed appropriately whimsical. Go check out Three Drops from a Cauldron and lose yourself for a while…

© Mel Lampro / Hallowe'en Cover Art; original painting, water colour and ink.