Bones of creation

TheBones

Yes, the bones are,

Showing,

Beneath the flesh.

Nothing hidden.

Nothing left.

Sun piercing,

Through the canopy,

Casting shadows into,

Death.

 

Yes, the ribs are,

Arching,

Above the chasm,

Where the heart once wept.

Leaves turning,

Beating softly,

Giving,

Birth.

 

Yes, the bones are,

Calling,

The skull,

Once decapitated,

Still surviving,

Naked truth.

The keys turning,

Revealing,

Mirth.

 

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# First etching

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# Playing with possibilities – overprinting, gouache, compressed charcoal.

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8 thoughts on “Bones of creation

  1. Words and image are both beautiful. Elegant.

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  2. i loved the three words you chose to end your three stanzas..death -birth -mirth…clever and thoughtful

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  3. It’s captivating!

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  4. Such a priveledge to bask in your assortments

    Like

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