funeral pangs

funeral pangs

 

white blossoms embroidered

onto molten orange skies

 

she peeks like a child

through dramatic black veils

 

crimson flowers on graves

like laughter from coffins

dew writes liquid poems on stone

 

grass green with life sings twisty amens

her lily white feet long to dance

 

organ smog chokes the smiles of notes

the dead have no reason to rise

 

each shallow breath curses her corset

body as bound as the rest of this scene

doll-painted corpse in her fancy laced box

 

seems ready to be put away

Reviews

[What happened to simple..]

I love your contrast of colours, and the delicate with harsh death,, 'shallow' dying 'breath,' it's all very heartfelt, very china doll from the beginning with 'molten orange skies' and 'white blossoms,' the 'smog' of the city.

I also love how you just put her away, like she's nothing - yet in the making, we find she's so much more.. the nature describes her personality for me =) xx LOVE this!

[Hollow Man]

there are so many images here, that i wish I had created. Beautiful man

KGS

[MuSe Ampoule]

impressive...
"each shallow breath curses her corset
body as bound as the rest of this scene
doll-painted corpse in her fancy laced box
seems ready to be put away"

I never fail to be blown away by the work you do. Just striking.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This is amazing imagery. It is a beautiful image.
The scene of peace is both eerie and comforting.
You did a great job of creating balance with your
teknik.

[Ladysue]

I agree with Selene, your imagery is both haunting and mesmerizing...you have some very detailed and interesting phrasing...well done piece...

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

~sounds like my childhood~
~your imagery is both haunting and mesmerizing~ one can feel the texture of cloth and inhale the perfume of of still life slow motion eerie dreamlike qualities through the exquisite patterns of your word string~