spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
What more could happen
Held there like the wings of flies
Between the fingers burned in blood and ink?
Where naught was said
And less was heard
And all those moments
Like seconds stretched to minutes
And stretched to eons
Like the indigo of rainbows
What more was there to say?
When all that should have crossed those lips
Had already been heard in times past
A vague whisper, a hint, of what could have been
No, instead this moment, though spread thin
Still remains dim, elusive
Even upon such a close examination
Blood-stained and ash-covered, waiting
Whispered like a wish
In lands where genies granted guillotines
And stars
Crestfallen pale
Fly with waning smiles
Lips of autumn pressed upon these eyelids seeking slumber
Like the slender hands of yesterday gone slipping
Reminders now recoiling
Recollections rusted in revulsion
Hands of half-written hope
Left leaping from the flames of loss unlit
Those words, still haunting, though never read
Captured ‘tween these cracked and dull fingertips
Examined, found wanting
They were just as elusive as those enchanted lands
A breath, a whisper
A dream behind these silent heartbeats
And still
The golden leaves of yesterday are quietly falling
Gathering slowly around the ankles of time
A. P. Christopher + tara caribou | ©2020
Art Consignments in Ninilchik, Alaska
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This is such a gorgeous collaboration between the two of you and reads like soft whispers of regret and could have beens. It’s beautiful 💕
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Thanks Rachel! I enjoy collaborating, it always stretches me a bit.
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This is a fabulous reflective collaboration – I love the line ‘In lands where genies granted guillotines’.
The feeling of this reminded me of a song called ‘Silent Air’, by a band from the ’80’s called The Sound.
Have a listen if you can track it down.
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Thanks Chris!
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“spit mixed with dirt…” What an awesome description of your work.
As always – great imagery. Nicely done on your colab, guys.
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Thanks so much Goldie… good to see you here. I hope you’re doing well.
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I am. How about you?
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So wonderfully written. Loved it truly✨
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Thank you! I always like doing collaborations.
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I’m really drawn to that final image: “the ankles of time”. Nice collaboration!
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Thanks! I’m glad you liked this one 😌
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Welcome 🙂
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