
So, what does my eye see?
Fissures of a tree trunk, aged, weathered - silver and grey, with rust lines throughout. It has seen the sun, it has felt the rain, it has heard the dry whispers of the wind. Openings, new beginnings or a doorway to the end? A cracked eye, sun radials and a partial eclipse. Trapped faces, wooden ghosts, forked lightning. Steps of a ladder, slates of a roof - a sickle, a star, a rose. Chasms, a secret, cup bearer to the gods. Nautilus. A broken smile, half a parasole, a shrouded woman. A man asleep, spiderweb, eels swimming. Laughter lines on an old man's face, feathers, a vortex. Sperm meeting an egg, rebrith - cinders and ashes. A clock showing ten to one in the morning. Kaleidoscope. Gyroscope. Panopticon.
Scarred protection - of whose heart and whose mind? Eye of the Beholder - what do you find?
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Date: 2016-09-07 08:37 am (UTC)From:A dress pattern... the skirt laid out to cut out - the sleeve, the mark for the waist.
A large ear cleaner for a giant. handle and the curved digger bit.
The surface of a planet with tall pointy daggers of rock pointing up.
Oh a sort of 'ouch' grin but someone has stuck his eye ....
That was a tree on the right... it was burnt... but it will grow.
Little lakes and rivers that all point to Valhalla...
Tis a lovely trunk... I'd love to have it here to stroke and gaze upon. It must be very very old.
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