martedì, settembre 18, 2007


"Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air"
Sylvia Plath

5 commenti:

Anonimo ha detto...

stai trattenendo il respiro da molto? Il colorito bluastro induce a pensarlo...
gal

fenice ha detto...

respiro benissimo....è il risultato di transizione di oggi, occhi verde rana, pelle da salamandra, come si addide a una fenice...i capelli...lasciamo stare i capelli...ma tu di che colore sei?

davmo ha detto...

scrivi bene, complimenti
se posso, ti linko da me
poi talvolta passo di qui
leggo, e via
alla prossima

fenice ha detto...

@davmo: grazie a buon rendere!!

Anonimo ha detto...

When the moon crests the hills
giving each tree a black pool-shadow
the wolves wade in the forest
wet themselves in the darkness
shake it from their fur
in clearings of light.

Their eyes are stars,
Their teeth comets,
their tails galaxies
they are constellations of the night
they roam the universe.

They run as Diana's companions,
laugh as her silver arrows
and their iron teeth
harvest the hunt's bounty
they hide in her moon
cloud around her with breath.

They are brave of soul,
clear of eye and mind
they are strong of jaw
they are loyal-kind
they are keen to scent
quick to 'fend their kin
they are hot of blood
they are slow to sin.

Grey brown white black blonde
ear tail paw claw tongue
they play as a pack
and they melt together
so that one is part of all
and all become one.

They prance through the forest
they track through the sky
they are noble in friendship
and single in thought
I join them in flight
I run in the company of wolves.