New Hybrid work, 34×24 in Mosaic, Acrylic painting, pencil & poetry fusion, using non reflective glass!
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She creeps and sweeps slowly clothing the house in umber, shadowy grey on the backdrop; rousing a silent prowler, seducing a sun bleached window & contracting the wood. She slips through skylight on the downdraft & wistfully lays a damp breath kiss… on bare face cheek, a shudder on a shoulder, indigo on a lip, a window painless girl grip, Twilight wince and quaver, expose the pastime, recoiling in slumber deep, hide in blanket breath, almanac decay a shade of you is she…..
Her hourglass eyes hollow expose the autumn glare, introspective gaze she is not really there; she exhales crisp air spore breath claiming the aged and lung, porcelain cheek bare brisk change blush, decaying fauna free fall & dust, Her russet hair leafing wither the last emblem of summer, Each paper chain leaf flag a day, a version of you wilt away, transient windswept regret, autumnal incite shedding the skin, seasonal deciduous dreaming is she……..
She bleeds sap & replenishes earthen woods, hard hearted nut buried in moon face morning, Siren song & hymn of wood nymph like howling wind, dark crazed days, the wolf fanning her fawn fingers tip touch, icy.. I shudder bewitched under her subtle spell, she becomes a shadow of me and I of her, skeletal leaves me swirling, and the house becomes a tomb, quintessential loveliness features in her face, hair an oxidised flame, spirit of autumn leaves me frozen, brazen breezy deity is she…….
Hibernating with her is cold comfort in winter warming, autumnal flush out the dead wood, and she whispers a promise of spring sparkles in due course, an obscured spirit of woman like child, ageless blustering beauty & perpetual past life, bird migration her heart on a wing, she is disappearing now, as the last leaf falls, forlorn and fleeting is she…….
By Nikki Ella Whitlock, October 2010