Red Square

This piece was written during a workshop taught by Melizarani T. Selva, a person who told me that I should be 'workshop-ed' and who better to learn from than the woman herself. She taught me how to write myself into a poem, how to allow people to access me via my poetry but also keeping parts of me that are vulnerable in a safe space.
We were given the privilege to use The Violet Flame, Kuala Lumpur where Lupe Parada's beautiful works were on display.

Prompt: In write 14 lines, write about a specific moment in time when you felt the most sincere form of love with this person, be specific about how this person makes you feel and it is a moment that was experienced by you and only you. Describe that moment, expand that moment, use sentences of different lengths.

In the midst of winter,
7-ого Января
(Sedmova Yanvarya)
On 7th of January in the centre of красная площадь
(Krasnaya ploshad - Red Square)
The people wish, "С днём Рождеством"
(S dyom Rozhdestvom)
Merry Christmas!
Ох мороz прийти!
(OH! Moroz priyti! - OH! The frost is here!)
An array of colours smeared with the glistening white.

Time frozen by frost,
I close my eyes,
Snowflakes kiss my eyelashes
A veil lifts off my eyes
I see you and the world that you mean to me
Like looking into a snowglobe
Snow falling all around us and you in the centre of my palms.

- Swit Marie
1420H 4th October 2017
Красная площадь, Москва

Title: WATER, The Party
Acrylics on Canvas, 2015 by Lupe Parada
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Swit Marie is a 'Jacqueline of all trades' who loves wearing plaid
When words fail, she allows movement and emotion to carry her through
A believer in making dreams come true, she would love to collaborate with you
An explorer starting fresh and would only give her best
She stands in the gap and will only call it quits when it's a wrap.

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