Demented Confessions 6 – Owl Song

Owl Song

I fill the night with prophecies.

Do you hear her in my cry,

the oracle?

~~~

My nest is filled with tiny bones and skulls

and I will read your secret name in them

if you ask me for a song

~~~

and bring me sacrifice.

~~~

Art and Poem by Clinock.

Owl Song. 8″ x 8″ (20.32 x 20.32 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

May Redux – 2014 – Hot Tub Dance

hot tub

it was

a torrid tango

a slipping of skin along skin

through shimmering heat

and cold blue air

 

it was

a surging blood

fandango

a simmering amniotic

rendezvous

 

it was

a sizzling cauldron

of salty sensuality

a full moon

roiling ocean rumba

 

it was all

raw lips and basted thighs

tangled flesh sliding together

falling limbs losing ground

and coming apart

 

it was hide and seek

and blind man’s bluff

and catch me if you can

with a stiff oar in a feral sea

dipping and thrusting

through oscillating fluids

floating, flooding, rising,

bodies liquefying

spurting like whales

 

it was lines forgotten

identities melting

transfigured bodies

lost in translation

and the wavering light

 

it was faces transmogrified

in shifting perspectives of steam

 

nothing was ever what it seemed

when we danced

the hot tub

dance

 

Mixed media drawing and poem by Clinock

May Redux – 2013 – Dreams For Sale

dreams for sale

Walking a city afternoon I made this photo through the window of an antique store.

I continued to gaze, fascinated by my reflection superimposed on the bed. It was as if I was laying down and drifting with the ghosts of all who had ever slept, dreamed, loved, laughed and cried, been born and died there, tangled in baroque light.

I was moved to free us from all this sleeping around.

Above, but out of the frame, was a sign in antiquarian lettering.

It said ‘Dreams For Sale’.

 

ghosts cannot rest

in this dislocated bed

 

perplexed by labyrinths of iron

and the endless touch of the living

 

their spines and cheeks

never crease the haunted sheets and pillows

 

outside looking in I’m inside looking out

whispering to the reflected dead

you are loved and you are loved

and you are free

 

Walk on

Photo and Poem by clinock.

Demented Confessions 5 – The Key

The Key

The Key is offered.

The Angel of Paradox

reveals the riddle.

~~~~~~~

All I can confess

is I cannot find the lock

and so remain blind.

~~~~~~~

The Key is offered,

but I’m too used to being

the beyond belief.

~~~~~~~~

Art and Haiku by clinock.

The Key. 8″ x 8″ (20.32 x 20.32 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

Lilac Moon

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Full moon tonight.

Her name is Lilac Moon,

Womb of Spring,

Hidden by Clouds.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The lilacs are out in Vancouver.

Spring always smells like you,

but it never lasts.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The magnolias bloomed

and were gone

in three days

this year.

~~~~~~~~~~

The flowers of May

come and go.

~~~~~~~~~

The lilacs may last

a little longer.

~~~~~~~~~

Because it brings me back you…

art and poem by clinock

Painting: 20″ x 16″ (50.8 x 40.64 cm). Acrylic on paper.

 

Demented Confessions 4 – The White Stool

White Stool

Spirit bird child,

learning to fly,

will you dance a dance with me

across the sky?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The White Stool by Clinock. 8″ x 8″ (20.32 x 20.32 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

Demented Confessions 3 – The Red Stool

The Red Stool

Lonely child you were,

is it too late to be your friend?

Selfish child you were,

always wanting what you could not have,

red ball, red stool.

I give them to you today.

 

Pretty child you were,

transformed into an old man now.

Is it too late to fold you into me

and love you for who we are

and who we were

and who we will be?

 

I confess I abandoned you,

I was out of my mind and

you were lost in the mazes of my heart.

I confess I believed

I could walk the years

without you.

 

Art and poem by clinock.

The Red Stool. 10″ x 8″ (25.4 x 20.32 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.