take my hand and climb with me…

thirty eight degrees: ‘should you be blown back…’

Butterfly Nets ~ Bishop Allen

thirty eight

There are things you don’t know. Morpheus came back, avatar subtly shifting shape. His eyes glint, greener. A gold box grew wings, in attic shadow. Essene of us, distilled. In memory and music. Ferried to France, saved from the hungry flame. Midnight silver ringd’d, warmed both our skins. Ancient sigil, your gift to me. Resurrection and eternal life. Begins its voyage, home.

Some things must die, to live.

Know that I will always run to greet you…

3 comments on “thirty eight degrees: ‘should you be blown back…’

  1. Photographer Ravi
    November 7, 2012

    The tree stump pointing in the direction of the scene draws you into the image – well done

    • circulartree
      November 8, 2012

      Thank you so much for your comment Ravi! I really enjoy the artistry inherent in your work. The stump reminds me of an old Viking ship and brings a sense of movement, an allegory of past to present with it…

  2. seanbidd
    December 10, 2013

    Should you be blown back, you’ll always know the secrets between the sea, to the oak, where the blue gums and the red earth know each days’ stories, lit amongst the pickets standing tall to the oceans vast, at the passing to the transient nights’ inky blues…

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