My well-oiled feathers weep
With sparks of treason
And doubts enough
To cripple the world.
My inky tongue shoots
A filigree of stars
Into scarlet mouth holes
And eyes so wide
They split the seams.
*
The trees sway,
Full moon coarse
As a whetstone.
A vulture stirs
Wet bones closed
Within a sacrilegious beak.
Crunch Crunch
All is lost.
Crunch Crunch
The unlivable death
Begins and ends
With a collusion of flesh
And pockets wrung
Of meager content.
*
I envisioned this more as being consumed by the painting. I went with a very surreal approach as some paintings have very bizarre and multi-layered metaphorical imagery. I approached this like a dream where everything seen is a manifestation of some aspect of your psyche.
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I like the idea of being consumed by a painting.
I agree — surreal paintings go deep. Into a nightmare — yours and the artist.
Bosch’s paintings immediately came to mind — depictions of being consumed in a Dali-like back drop.
I had the painting in my mind only it wasn’t a real painting sometimes the thing I have in my mind turns out to be real but Bosch does have the right feel indeed!
Crunch, crunch indeed!
XD
I love it, absolutely!
Thank you that is so kind!
It makes artistry sound so …. fleshy. Very vivid.
Isn’t it though?
Imaginative concept.
Thank you Kim =)
To fall into a painting – be consumed by it – whether in passionate interest – which is one thing, or by its own persuasion – which could be construed as a form of madness – well then – what seriously disturbing imagery and ideas here – Crunch Crunch – but I really enjoyed it!
(Says volumes about me 😉 )
Wonderful work of “art” Yves 😀
lol thanks
The unlivable death Begins and ends
With a collusion of flesh And pockets wrung
Of meager content.
Some are just unfortunate to be living in the unlivables with little or no money
Hank
Thanks for reading Hank