Riding a Kelpie

     I don't know about you, but it's what I do everyweekend ;)

VIII.

Riding a feral kelpie is not foolish as seems

Copper eyes and fiery breath

Should she tempt you with no fear of tooth or sky

Mastery is not the destination

Taming the beast not the goal

Wild rivers run sideways

Stars turn upside down and float

 

Don’t wear your thickest armor

Abandon your deepest fears

The kelpie isn’t here to point and laugh

Although she might if provoked

It’s really just self defense

If you fail your quest don’t fear

Run till the moon turns to sun

And the water a lost memory

     This is the next poem I'll be illustrating, either for 4 x 6 prints or as part of a zine, we'll see. I'm going to find a way to upload pictures again tomorrow or Thursday, as my procrastination over the weekend has resulted in really too much work to finish today... I'm also working on two more portraits like my Jessamine that I did over the summer. Enough to keep me busy this week.

     Class soon, Bree out

Words this time

     I've been having problems with posting pictures, so I think there will be poetry here for awhile. In between settling back into the patterns my classes have taken, finishing my bee work and applying for summer jobs (crossing my fingers for Alaska or New Mexico), I'll jot down a line or two eventually working up to whatever my mind deems complete. For some of them I'd like to do simple pen illustrations to go with them, and when April comes around put them together in a little zine to sell and gift during Earth week (Yes, we celebrate it for the entire week with guided meditations, hooping classes, tie dye, guest speakers and a giant bar-b-q on the quad, and on some of the days students can vend what they make, it's a rather grand affair).
     This one was written in August in a midnight-fueled delirium and ultimately inspired the name of this blog. Like everything else I write, it's still in the editing stage.... possibly forever. I'm not one for keeping things the same or settling. :)

There’s fire in her bones

Glistening, unnerving

The how and why unknown.

The simple shards of silvered

Teardrop rubies.

Oxidation, drunk, she dances

Weaving arches and circles

Under the August full-belly moon

Until ashes remain

And the fire not quelled

But freed

Pomegranate Dreams (except I guess not really)

     Something I made last week while putting off working on bees (which are all down to family now, woot, woot)

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     I might have lied. The upload from computer page isn't working... Hmmm... I'll see what I can do today with this. :)

     But first, trying the "99 workout". Hopefully I'll like it and will be willing to keep it up.  

     Bree out, chickadees

Another starbeast

Again done in Pazyryki design. I'm working on a series of these, and might turn it into a calender...

Until then,bee identification and working on a skirt :)