© 2012 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
My heart is cursed with sentient antennae,
all feathers, alert to waves so trifling
the very cosmos barely shudders at their rippling,
so finely tuned
the slightest waft of disenchantment
registers with thunderous resonance
across my spirit.
Oh for the leathern hide of vast gray giants,
careless Titans roaming the savannah,
sunbaked, heedless of any disturbance
less tumultuous than the earth being split asunder,
or the killing machines of men.
Alas, my heart is wingèd,
soft and fragile,
shy of capture,
silent, wired and restless –
at every signal,
be it drops of nectar sweet
or whispered warning.
Somewhere a silver net of softest silk
Will this heart discern its shining welcome
affrighted, from the haven offered?
© 2010 RC deWinter
Freehand filtered and painted digital oils.
Tech specs: Photoshop 7, Filter Forge
Expressionist Distortion, VP5 Gothic Oils