emerging from fire and flood not with wings, risen from ashes, but immersed in suspended time– inside out upside down
to reverse is not to return
to surrender is not to admit defeat
to be still is not to remain forever bound
Sarah at dVerse has given us the word ash for our quadrille this week. The story she told of Odin hanging from the World Tree to gain wisdom made me think of The Hanged Man card from the tarot. I’ve seen it referred to as The Hanged One in several places, and I like that name better.
Continuing my series of tarot inspired collages using Egyptian figures, I put this together quickly, using a funerary figure and the doorway the dead are said to walk through. I usually spend days doing them, so I’m sure it will end up being revised since I’m not quite satisfied with it.
rock high against the firmament stone smooth against the palm– what wishes are veined inside each heart? which dreams skim the surface in currents riding wings that touch both earth and sky? who can draw the line between what is and what might be?
Jane’s recent poems mentioning kestrels reminded me of this strange collage I made awhile ago from a kestrel painting and a brush drawn portrait, neither of which satisfied me.
It was inspired by Ethiopian healing scrolls, which contain both words and talismanic images, although except for the square face in the center, it doesn’t resemble any of the images in the scrolls. I still don’t know what to make of the collage, but now I, too, have attached words to it.
A quadrille for dVerse, where De has provided us with the word stone.
weaving light waves that cross over in curved lines, waves that land inside the pause of the edge, waves that linger cusped–
a small piece of time, and yet it fills me up– I balance, holding on to tides synapsed between spells and signs
Peter Mungkuri’s “Country with Trees”, above, is the current Kick-About prompt. The layering of the different elements got me thinking about an idea from Claudia McGill that I had copied and saved which I recently found when sorting out files.
She took a magazine and tore pages partially out to create a new layered collage-like image. I did not have any magazines with trees, but I have lots of surfing magazines I bought on eBay because they are full of images of sea and sky to use in collage. So I layered the ocean.
My poem is a shadorma quadrille for dVerse, using the word provided by Linda, linger.
I needed herbal tea and drank peppermint chamomile lemon ginger—aromas filled the afternoon
awakened this morning my head pounded with forgotten caffeine—I had neglected to include coffee
I needed to smell the coffee pot brewing– inhale the cup–cravings satisfied– snug, reblanketed
I wrote two blanket poems yesterday–one was depressing and the other too enigmatic, to put it kindly. This poem came to me spontaneously this morning as I waited for my caffeine to brew–along with a drawing to help the time pass more quickly.
A quadrille for dVerse, where Merril has given us the word blanket