Welcome to the Threshold

I created this space as a place of listening, where poetry can arrive, gently spoken and offered as an invitation to pause, to feel, to remember and to be.

May these poems meet you where you are, and open a door inward.

Thank you for being here.

Lucy.

sketch of a woman looking downwards. There is a splatter of gold paint over the drawing.

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About Lucy and her Poetry

I live and create on the threshold, shaped by the limitations and profound experiences of living with chronic and complex illness, the impact of significant traumas, and the ongoing transformation that is required to navigate this.

Each poem is born from a long and deep gestation, years of silence, isolation and inner enquiry. My personal experiences are not the subject of my work, but they do inform and define its source and themes, and its alchemical nature.

I speak about what is revealed through dwelling at the unseen edges of life, the liminal spaces between words and silence, presence and absence, substance and spirit. Truths that feel universal, spiritual, and distinctly human. 

My writing is not honed by the craft of any formal training, but through intuition and receptivity. It is also part of discovering who I am beyond my challenges, and is essential to finding and informing my well-being. The process is fleeting and exact, a beginning, a catharsis and a transition.

This ephemeral quality is also why I share the poems in their spoken form rather than as text. I wish for them to be received not studied. The pauses, intonation and rhythm of my voice carry something that is crucial to their meaning, something that lives beyond the words themselves and is shared by speaking them aloud.

I use shifting perspectives and interchangeable pronouns, for each voice is part of a whole, part of all of us. Inclusion of the words ‘God’, ‘soul’ and ‘spirit’ are not meant in any religious context, but as gestures toward something of the sacred, mysterious and ineffable.

I am sometimes prompted by a line I have heard elsewhere, and incorporate these inspirations into my own work. If something feels familiar, it may be echoing someone else’s truth as well as my own. I honour and thank all those whose words have kindled light and wisdom along my path. 

These poems are gifts from something greater than myself. Each one changes me and marks time like a breath. This distillation is a kind of medicine for me, and I hope it may be so for you too.