the power of tides
to lead by following songs
tracking the crescent
eyes beckoning as startled
magnitudes shout waves of light
I may visit this cat again. I need to explore that shadow.
Bye n bye
close your eyes
the pretty horses
path of light
it’s all right
It won’t be long
morning will come
music of the sun
ride those dreams
I’ve been dreaming of horses, and Sue Vincent’s photo prompt of a nursery with a prominent rocking horse made me think of the lullaby, “All the Pretty Little Horses”. And lullabies always make me think of James Taylor, because I used to sing his songs to my girls when they were babies. I’ve referenced “Close Your Eyes” here. Another favorite lullaby is “Bye N Bye”. I seem to remember an Odetta recording, but I couldn’t find it online, so I’m not sure where I originally heard it.
My babies are adults now, but a lullaby is always appropriate for dreaming.
And that James Taylor recording…oh yes, my friends and I all had a crush on James in 1971.
this form, measured
a structure to hold a mask
adorned with feathers?
sits naked, revised,
to death. Not malevolence–
the shadow of time.
Well, we couldn’t miss draw-a-bird-day, could we? Continuing with the Year of the Rooster, two views of a rooster skull.
I also didn’t want to miss National Poetry Month; last year I managed to post a poem every day, but obviously I won’t be doing that in 2017. I have an idea for a series involving dots and magnetic poetry, so I’ll start that on Monday (I hope). And next week I’ll try to catch up on what everyone has been up to. Happy weekend! and happy Draw-A-Bird-Day!
I don’t really know where these skulls come from. I’d like to think they died peacefully in the woods and were found a while later. In truth they may have been shot and killed so I guess it’s ironic that I’d paint one in a camouflage pattern.
A pharmaceutical rep just came in and brought me these three skulls. They are beautiful! They need to be soaked for a while and then cleaned with hydrogen peroxide. This was a lovely gift which really made my day.
My eight year old chocolate lab/German shorthair mix. He started going grey (or maybe it’s ticking) when he was two. Now he is almost completely white.
Found by my friend in Eagle Rock Reservation, he was kind enough to give it to me. As per the genius skull collector Alan Dudley (the book is Skulls by Simon Winchester gifted to me by Kerfe and an invaluable reference) I soaked the skull in a bucket for many weeks to clean it. At first I thought it looked like a large dog such as a Rottweiler. Now I think it is probably a wolf.
Couple of close ups: