open up your chest, the tree said, his fingers ready to knead my heart. for years I had been trained to obey, so I obeyed instantly and tore apart my ribs, as one would open the frail box of a violin. I stood straight up before his eyes, inviting him to taste my music. only my legs trembled a little.
your blood is fade, the tree said. in some corners I can still spot the soft fur of hope, the shadow of some limping god dragging his net in the snow, the muzzle of the aroused deer.
I need a sharp and clear whip for my vision, the tree said, letting me go.
your blood is fade, the tree said. in some corners I can still spot the soft fur of hope, the shadow of some limping god dragging his net in the snow, the muzzle of the aroused deer.
I need a sharp and clear whip for my vision, the tree said, letting me go.
Stunning pictures and yet quite sinister. The words are very intrieging, I love the violin box simile.
ReplyDeletewow!
ReplyDeletearen't these wondrous! i feel like i'm there!
ReplyDelete(& ps i will respond soon!)
faine impletituri.
ReplyDeleteametitoare si excelent de bine expuse...
numai de bine!
Dark and light, the words and pictures both have bite.
ReplyDeletestunning as usual!
ReplyDeleteCurious though - which trees are these?
sorlil, I do feel something menacing about them, too. not all of them, but some. I am happy you liked the text, perhaps I have been thinking about old rites of adoring a tree, of not being pure enough for the prayer.
ReplyDeletejoan, I am happy to hear that 'wow' :-)
ReplyDeletedear lotus, if you react to something, I know it must be special.
ReplyDeletedan drag
ReplyDeletece bine-mi face cand vorbesti tu
hi Dave, thank you for the rhyme :-)
ReplyDeletehmm, sz, I have already answered but don't know where my comment has gone, it's not here. anyway, you've got me, I can only tell that one of the trees is a willow, but for the rest... no, I can't tell.
ReplyDeleteyou knock my breath out of my body... who wrote this text?
ReplyDeleteWhat trees. Haunting.
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I hate to say this here, but i tagged you; there is a soft way to play, by adding a phrase...
if you and your silence and your vision desire, only that.
its just an honoring.
oh dear dear mansuetude... it's the first time I have been tagged, I will see into it tomorrow, now I am too sleepy :-) but I would like to play, if I can... and thank you.
ReplyDeletethe text is mine, if I don't mention the source, it means that I have written it.
then i love, love the heart of what you have written.
ReplyDeletethank you