Deep within the circle of a dark forest
Where dragonflies sparkle through gothic roots
Between ancient stumps, I inhale and I exhale
Blowing around me, magic bubble walls
Inside, this delicate garden I create
Full of red roses and golden thorns
Strands of my eyelashes
Blown by the dancing breeze
Among the thorns waiting
For wishes to be made
With my visage hidden
Behind the bloom of a rose
Deep the glorious sad feeling
As standing silently in an endless field of roses
May be the only escape for me to reside
Away from this world of illusions
Away from the harsh distortions
They could bring out of me
Me - and my fragile mind
Silky threads of my hair
Woven around into a web
Among the thorns waiting
For a spider to come and sleep
While all that can be seen
Are my fingers spread out across the azure sky
Deep the glorious sad feeling
As lying deep in sleep among the swaying stems
May be the only escape for me to reside
Away from this world of illusions
Away from the harsh distortions
They could bring out of me
Me - and my fragile heart
If in search of torture
From these thorns, I would pull the web apart
And whisper gently the wishes away
Against these thorns, I would press my heart
And begin to drip the color of a rose
With these thorns, I would skin myself inside out
To hang loose, slow to dry, slow to heal
Deep the glorious sad feeling
As gazing at my hidden visage in a reflective petal drop
May be the only escape for me to reside
Away from this world of illusions
Away from the harsh distortions
They could bring out of me
Me - and my fragile soul
©Pamela E. Witcher, 2002
Audism
Special Exhibit : Diverse Lives, Deaf Women Artists
Deaf Culture Centre
Explanation of artwork "Audism", 2006
Deaf Culture Centre
Explanation of artwork "Audism", 2006
Wombyn
WOMBYN
Performance at Mouvement Contre Viol & Inceste 25th anniversary on the 24th of May, 2001
Written by Pamela Witcher
Music by Glenna McConnell
Sung by Glenna McConnell, Kim Deschamps and Pamela Witcher
Videoclip by Erick Jalbert
Icy red drops seep slowly
As our raging heart freezes
Searching for the little child inside
A long-lost friend, wandering
In the seat of our soul
(Where are you?)
Pinioned and liberated feminine spirit
Is how this ballad goes
Our sweat and our toil
Is how we bear our place for so long
To be no more to this end, to this day
To be no more to this end, to this day
We are wombyn of strength, wombyn of iron
Wombyn of strength, wombyn of iron
A mystery we remain to be
No one, but mother earth
Could ever comprehend with such a clarity
Dance with me a tale about wombyn
To remind ourselves of our worth
(Where are you?)
Freedom does not come easily
Dig deeply and painfully within
And meet the little girl once again
Who will gladly show us the way
Until our wings grow and our chains melt
We are wombyn of strength, wombyn of iron
Wombyn of strength, wombyn of iron
No shape of expectation
Should mold us into strangers
Though on a quivering ground, we stand still in solidarity
Though a bitch is what they call us,
that chauvenistic society
We are wombyn of strength, wombyn of iron
Wombyn of strength, wombyn of iron
To be mean is not necessary
But to be free is essential
Chin up, back straight, bosoms out
Walk tall, walk hard
Without fear but with pride
(Where are you?)
Can you not see the red carpet beneath us
All the way to the edge of the universe?
Can you not see the royal shoes on our feet
Marching on the surface of this planet?
Don't interfere, please let us just be
Don't interfere, please let us just be
We are wombyn of strength, wombyn of iron
Wombyn of strength, wombyn of iron
Wombyn of strength, wombyn of iron
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