Kuriosities

Fable ~K. de Montbrun

recumbent upon the river,
upon the ice, she wills it
swept by drifting
snow, blankets to winter
the arching back, the tender
flesh of throat, the burning
pulse, below the surface
the river courses deep
trembles, hairline cracks
shiver the surface raise
gooseflesh, tiny mountains
rising, rising, the deliberate
intake of breath, the slow fall

how long has she been
here? wolves circle
cautious, scent decline,
tentative pulse, eager,
hungry, so hungry. harsh
winter, and aching pit
of stomach, need to be filled
to devour, what is offered,
what is not, it does not matter
hunger does not question
why, when. they circle, circle
dreaming, ice quivers
underclaw.

the river courses oblivious
rushing only to meet the sea
it does not feel the girl
rounded flesh pressed
against its harsh shell
does not permit her entry
takes no notice of
orbiting wolves, salivating
jowls, starved eyes
burning new constellations
already consuming, rending
piece from tender piece. it cannot
hear what she is thinking

come wolfie, come close
closer now, closer now

So where are all of the jewelry photos and stories, you ask? A busy holiday season has kept my hands occupied with the making of many things. I have many photos that I will be posting over the next little while, and stories for the pieces to tell. Tomorrow I will post a series of photos and a story for #6 in my crow series.