Sunday whirl…little late…but there are daemons!
Could hardly wait to get some time to work with these brilliant words. My inspiration was reading Silence, a Fable by Poe; my most favorite piece of Poe writing, and this little piece of art.
jasmine, demons, window, scrap, ample, montage flawed, granite, trapped, whistle, domain, sunset
The daemons crawl out the window and ooze down the granitite walls where the sickly jasmine grows
they whisper at the tendrils and drain into the dark
They’ve been trapped by the daylight and by their thoughts for hours waiting for the sunset
but the night has ample time
They look over the city and see a montage of colour and vapours
of warm blood and cold rock
In our world of scrap attention they are safe to cause mischief
We hear them murmur
feel them chill our spine
we think we are safe in our houses with our crosses and bibles
in the warm glow of electric lights and candles
we think our house is our sanctuary, our domain
but our thinking if flawed
they come and whistle into our hearts and minds
Art: Mixed media, (Paper, text, music sheet, acrylics, copper, gold leaf (on leaf), feathers, ink, charcoal, watercolours, stamp) on a piece of cardboard.