Eve Jones

Let’s Stay Connected.

At a time where there is much uncertainty around us in relation to COVID-19, it is important to look after ourselves and one another. And to remember that as frightening as it feels to not know, that we do so not alone, and that we are a community even in the face of disconnectedness. 


‘There are many eyes behind
windows in this world,

Digesting uncomfortable worry around facing the
unknown.

Looking out, at a distance. 


It has been raining, snowing, sleeting,

Some people outside were meeting

The bus-line moved
passed the length it usually stops at

And people have been keeping,

A safe distance away from
others.


In the distance, there are foggy windows

With eyes peeping,

Below the pane


It is plain,

That there are other people

Behind other windows

Watching the world outside.


Those eyes,

Connect with mine,

Which is comforting

That even in aloneness,

 We are in this together, 

As we look out at the
action between us.


Miles apart, there is synchronicity in the beats of our hearts

Watching breath expand and fall

Mirrored in the rhythm of the last leaves
skating and moving

All, 

Along the pavement.


The magnolia blossom, quivering
or dancing

The rain, covering the
townhouse, like glitter shaken in the globe.

Small shiny pieces, softly scatter, like the ending of a storm

That will soon pass.’


Eve Jones 16.3.2020





Back Garden Story


My work as an art psychotherapist, is with individuals who are being supported to live at home in rural communities. The process of creating a calm and safe space within the home environment takes different shapes and influences. Seeing many homes, it’s in the details of this landscape that contribute to the picture of why the client might be seeking support.  I find myself dwelling on the images of derelict homes and gardens with empathy that these spaces, are reflective of more… 


 ‘I see winding frayed weeds

 Oozing from the wall

 Discarded tree branches, and mounds of all 

Broken yellow old leaves. 

 I scan the windows for life


 A woman looks out over the shadowed garden 

 Where rows of seeds sewn, gave so might delight 

 To a man and a wife who lived their life, 

together here in this home.


 The soil is cracked, and the hedges seem sad

 Rotten planks that clad, the shed at the back,

 look on the verge of collapse. 


 Don’t come through the front door, is what I was told.

 The garden is overgrown, and surrounds this forgotten home.

 It’s sets the scene for the story, 

of a woman now living alone.

 Maybe waiting for those silky bright flowers, to grow.’


Eve Jones 2020

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