With one's whole body, as these dancers
Nowadays her husband, a sea scorpion
an equally fervid stabber
the world has its legends of life
a great feast and festival
the rhythmical movement of the nymph
The girl became
world voracious, and impotent
with a wild temper, she keeps watch
her one eye over the mammals
her severed fingers sprang from her body transformed
gauze and a black backcloth towards humanity
the chief deity of the lower autumn people
an armless woman with whom she shares the arctic
and there she still dwells, keeping this ballet without music
from shaded bleachers
far north hold her honor
Nowadays her husband, a sea scorpion
an equally fervid stabber
the world has its legends of life
a great feast and festival
the rhythmical movement of the nymph
The girl became
world voracious, and impotent
with a wild temper, she keeps watch
her one eye over the mammals
her severed fingers sprang from her body transformed
gauze and a black backcloth towards humanity
the chief deity of the lower autumn people
an armless woman with whom she shares the arctic
and there she still dwells, keeping this ballet without music
from shaded bleachers
far north hold her honor
5 comments:
Something extraordinary, inscrutable,b yet so moving.
Truly. Sedna, and the Sidhe, hovering presences.
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ps who did the background art on this page?
Thank you, Donna. I don't know who made the background, it was one of the stock options that blogger offered me. It looks vaguely like some places I've inhabited.
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