December 2011
15 posts
Death and the Maiden →
In winter he is my lover I go down among the dead I go to his darkening arms, his body of heavy stone. My name unravels greedily from his lips Persephone…
And while I lie with him I think of the sleeping earth I cannot seem to grasp anymore— that I am spring; I was responsible I have forgotten the trees, voluptuous with figs. I have traded them for black bushes, burning with his pomegranates,...
“She’s got the whole dark forest living inside of her.”
– Tom Waits (via northerndream)
bloodmilk:
LOVE WITH A MERMAID
I have often wondered:
the scales on my bed butterly tri-coloured better ice cream than I’ve eaten in years coral reefs of epic proportions and salt residue in the bathtub the mussel shells on the floor my hair full of sand from the pillowcases webbed fingerprints waterlogged on the door-latch and my copies of Moby Dick and Captains Courageous left slightly...
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow...”
– W.B. Yeats (via forbiddenalleys)
“But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more.”
– The Little Mermaid, Hans Christian Anderson (via wonderstruckkkkk)
“Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I...”
– Neil Gaiman (via modernhepburn)
