Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Traces....the place where we meet.........

In a kingdom far from history
a time not yet recorded
lived a tribe of unknown people
who had a marriage custom:
first the bride and all her bridesmaids
ran together through a forest
then the groom and all his men
would chase to hunt them.
The bridesmaids would fall back
so that when the groom would come along
one by one they'd try to tempt him
in their most beguiling manner.
But the bridegroom would resist
halt politely, only briefly
and then resume his running,
leave his men to satisfy them.
And so, through rents and rivers
over rocks and over fences
ran the bridegroom as he searched for her
his own beloved bride.
But finally he'd find her,
track her down and take her roughly
take her gently
hold her closely
and know he'd won his prize.

the marriage of a line to canvass
or a note to the air trident
ribs suspended, erections suggested
the bride knows better
it's the bridegroom who's beguiled
the vixen knows where the whole is
her gown is white only broken by red
wanton breasts inscribed
a line
a line

birds in flight
a flock flocked in white
above the village

a tribal dance
stripped to bone
migrational