(only leaving this so you can more clearly see the writing;
this is, after all, a response to poetry prompt)
Sand Is On Fire, 15″x13″, 38cmx33cm, india inks, soluble
pastels on archival paper, 2010 (actually just now, crazy
inking away on my bed, lucky the open bottle of permanent
ink didn’t spill!)
The original -ok, I shouldn’t give it away so soon, right?!
In the burning ocean. Where oil spills plumes drag through the world’s gloom. Swoop of your feathers. Gloss the rocks. You can’t know where we go at night. Or why the morning shines. Or the glimmer of gold before sunset. Relentless tidal cycles. Let me tear at the crests and troughs. Go in. GO IN. Shiver. Sin. Dark water, grey clouds. A rain of black ink falls from the sky. Drips. Rips, slashes the wet heaving page. Heat of sand on fire. Burn the slick, ocean on fire. Coral crevices. Grottos. Invite. Come in, why don’t you. Open. Open. Open. Arms reach up. Seeds rain down. Wash the foam. Pray forests. Burning despair of illusion. Fruit of veils to burn in. They said GO IN.
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Response to Big Tent Poetry’s prompt (where other entries are linked in the comments).