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When I was little I used to write a journal, I still do now. The picture below is of me sitting at my Granny's typewriter. I used to love typing up her poetry, it wasn't just about the words but the sound the shift keys made; the carriage that would ting like a bell when you had reached the end of the line, I never wanted to wash my ink stained hands from changing a ribbon cartridge. I found the whole experience so beguiling. My Grannys work was published in America, and the red leather encyclopedia of poems is one of my favourite posessions. Typewriters, fonts and words, the scent of a bookshop are all anchors, spaces of comfort, worlds to get lost in. One of my favourite words is 'vehlichor', the smell of ancient pages in a book.
My musings are pages full of love, loss, grief and gratitude. When I began my counselling journey over a decade ago I realised that the sense of overwhelm I would feel as a highly sensitive person was alleviated through taking the nib to paper. Often at war with myself, ink would rage and words would forgive, like bleeding onto vellum. Writing for me is like stripping away garments of guilt and shame and revealing the naked truth, the naked and vulnerable, beautiful truth that lies beneath, bound yet unbound.
Poetry became like a dance partner, a lover, a witch, a healer; the stanzas became a framework for the lyrics to waltz with saddness and hope, sensuality and joy. Just like the phases of the moon, we too come back to ourselves and over time deepen the relationship with ourselves on a mental, spiritual and physical level. I now have a collection of over 100 poems which are a series of cathartic downloads weaving sorrow, despair and liberation. If you would like to you can watch a couple of the films I made below.
"The Letters I Never Sent" is an anthology of work which tells this story. A story of my own personal journey as well as the journey of other women on our fragile planet. Each chapter dives deep into a theme. We will traverse through the energies of Love, Family, Friendships, Forgiveness, Loss, Grief, Anger, Gratitude, Sexuality, Spirituality and Peace. In a war torn world, maybe we can find peace within our stories to heal those of others.
To find out how to contribute, please do email me and we can arrange a call to talk further. The book will launch in 2025.
I look forward to hearing and working with you and your stories.
With Love Sammie xx
Elysian Ink
By Sammie Venn
Elysian ink dances on canvas,
A rapturous splendour of cunning madness,
It glides and slaps with ecstatic glee
Painting a lesson for the world to see.
Bouquets of scent tripwire memories,
Intoxicating dreams longing to be set free.
Stretched angel wing on soft wood frame
Nostalgic autographs, the artist claims.
Brushstrokes waltz, kaleidoscopes of colour.
Telling intimate tales to each other,
Oil and linseed combust in praise
Remembering the blissful halcyon days.
Anointing a pulpy untouched sheet
palettes a lap dance where virgins meet
Ruler of the Skies
By Sammie Venn
Moon-dust swells in her eyes,
Smiles quieten long-lost cries.
Shimmering Beauty, lustre dust falls
On Sun-glint waves, time recalls.
Memories tip toe, waltz on water,
Craving arms to adore her.
Tender moments, sensory guides
Hearts sewn together with ties that bind.
Poetry has been my passion for many years now, I began to create films of my work to capture the essence in a moving vision where words met a visual magic.
This is one of my favourite poems, read by Hacienda TX a musician and poet from Texas who I met on IG. A poem about love, loss and the storm inbetween.
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