Reading between the lines:
story or history?
Ancient tongues disguise words.
Who will translate the words?
Who will reveal the lines
inside the history?
Is the myth history?
Behind forgotten words,
shadows of missing lines.
Lines in reverse, tangle of words, unwinding history.
This is a Rorschach painting where I not only dripped the paint onto the paper, but did a little deliberate painting too before I folded it. I thought it resembled a turtle/tortoise shell, so I embroidered an abstract one on top.
The poem is a tritina, from the day 7 prompt from NaPoWritMo.net. Not too late this time. Does it have anything to do with the illustration? Good question.