Oh my gawsh Nomoth....i don't know how anyone could have penned this sense of restlessness and loss...any more eloquently I small in my cup....i am a sober alcoholic, it has "smallen" me to miniscule at times... For your wants and demons to find flight, for that longing only to be set free, and just out of reach....through window, the wings of birds and in the dwelling of stars.....ugh...a blow to my tummy and if only to breathe
Nomoth, are you sure you weren't delivered to us through a time traveling mailbox? I swear, reading your entries is like walking into another century where poets are as revered as alchemists. NaPo slam dunk.
thank you JB. honestly, i know it seems that i have spent loads of time on these and its been a thrill just to know that anyone would like this stuff, but i had the images first for a quite a while and always wanted reason to use them to inspire some written related to the image work. your comment is insane btw made me laugh lol. thanks again.
This is beautiful, such a worthy runner up in the April PoM. The stanza rolling 'in the roof there is a skylight' is absolutely stunning. Visuals are epic too. All the best x