Pysanky - Ukrainian Easter eggs - photographed in 1981.
I wonder who thought of this to take an egg and blow its guts out
To pass the yolk and white into a bowl discards for morning scramble or cheese omelet
Then with wax and fine brushes decorate with exquisite patience an empty shell
Kuutar
Shimmering moth dusted moon maiden
Her skirts spun from the last of setting sun at the nether of day
Dripping dew tossing up a wake of mist obscuring stars
Night soft and certain bows beneath her slippered feet
I sleep her light upon my cheek knowing nothing of her innocence.
"Moth Queen" by anniestegg.
Image information: Adam and Eve, 1533 by Lucus Cranach the Elder Medium: Oil, Wood Source: lucus-cranach-the-elder
It was told that the serpent Tricked the woman And the woman bewitched The man Into losing paradise
In truth the animals were Satisfied With their innocence
The snake likely wandered into the tree To sun itself in the high branches
The woman was not satisfied She was curious and clever She knew the snake was suspected Of many things
Her favorite mouse was missing The blue birds cried over lost eggs
She stole the fruit And blamed the snake for her Nascent sin
She involved the man Drawing him tighter to her Pressing knowledge into his hand
And it was she who smiled softly as God Released them from the garden And gave them the whole wide World.
-Skye
Image source: mikemelrinho
Be merry and drink to the verdant Lord of the Wood The earth waking as we frolic The Lord waking this very hour As you ravish me beneath the bower.
Dressed in cloth of wood and field The Lord strides out to join the dance Regal in his leafy splendor Wise knowing grin, gaze fierce and tender.
Darkness gathers and the fire licks the sky The Lord is dancing faster now We follow in like cadence Spilling our mead, full of revelry But utterly devoid of prudence.
The morning comes the Lord retreats Back into the misty glen Pious life resumes, muddled we retreat from the ring of stone But how can I forget you dear, nine months hence, Raising our “Merry-begot” alone.
-Skye
Image: Fish inside a jellyfish Source: Sixpenceee
A fish’s worst dream To be dissolving away In a jellyfish.
-Skye
Image Credit: Max Scheler, Border of Heringsdorf, Usedom, 1964
Barbed wire strung along the Oder-Neisse Line carries on right into the sea In ‘64 East Germany to one side and Poland to the other No good choices One side as poor as the other One side as occupied as the other One side as cruel as the other
We stood ankle deep in the Baltic Contemplating the sea and the exchange of tyrants At the Potsdam conference in ’45
As far as borders go The fence was slovenly and careless You could crawl under here and there You could swim out into the sea
Steal around it and cross easily to
The other side
But patrols caught no one crossing here Cause neither side was free.
Image credit: Pat Lillich Source:thenightwhisperer.
Assemblage of bone and sinew Careful crafting Of hide
I see you Looking out of the eye holes
And know death.
-Skye
Subject: Darcy Padilla from Drill Baby Drill, USA, 2013 Photographer: Lisa Kereszi Source: letaobloquista
It’s dusty Sleepy Dying Here One main street in the middle of nowhere
A liquor store A quick mart A laundromat
One sun wizened woman with a rag Sharpened through the spotless Washer Door
No one washing No one drying No one folding
Just the washer woman Beating back dust.
-Skye
Image Source: Dee Nickerson, Anticipation
-Skye
Photographer: Tunguska Source: hknnvk
While you were sleeping I etched a poem across your back In soft gentle pen strokes Aching with love for you
You didn’t stir Not once You remained softly breathing Miles away from Me
In the morning my words for you are faded Smudged across the sheets Smeared across your skin
Divine inspiration in an astounding State of decay I have no more words for you in the harsh light of day.
-Skye