the call of the wild

Medium

Digital

Artist Notes

© 2012 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Oh Beautiful For... _____________________________________________________________________________________________ I walk alone down lanes time has forgot and smell the crisp sharp autumn in decay, the cobbles wet with sullen drizzle gray the lanterns all a-sputter, barely hot. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ My hem drags, listless, on the curb of stone, my feathers torn and tattered, disarrayed, recalling what Burns said of schemes best laid and sore regretting the deaths of my own. So what to do now that the box is bare of all but hope? – that amethystine blaze. Pandora’s weeping drowns the hymn of days and hangs a short harsh echo in the air. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ There is no haven safe enough for me: the outcast – willful, wild, as yet untamed. All shrink away as if they might be maimed or tainted with invisibility. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ So walk I shall till midnight’s madness fades as like an orb of fire the sun awakes. Avoiding the stern glare his curtain makes I slip behind whatever shadow shades. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ The twilight gods now paint the dying sky. I watch the frightened scurry to their fires – so smug, so sheltered, hypocrites and liars. I breathe the mist of freedom’s final cry. ~ © 2012 RC deWinter