the sky sweeps down in jealousy
to lay her hands on you and me;
reminding us, if we forgot,
that we’ve been seen,
and now
are caught
the sky sweeps down in jealousy
to lay her hands on you and me;
reminding us, if we forgot,
that we’ve been seen,
and now
are caught
Wow, beautiful image, Owen!
I loved this painting the second I laid eyes on it. It’s very strange and amazing.
It is totally!
What a beautiful image and it goes so poignantly with the poem. The sky in the image is threatening, psychedelic and looks like a huge witch hanging over the landscape. You can’t see the lovers in the image but they are definitely under attack from the sky. If only I had ever had a relationship that was good enough for the sky or anyone else to want to attack. The only boyfriend I’ve had in the last 11 years was an ex-armed robber pimp and drug dealer who’d forgotten how long he’d spent in jail. The relationship ended after he hit me and smashed up the house. I’ve set myself a goal for 2016 to find someone more suitable! http://bit.ly/1ER5cLY
Thank you.
I hope you do find someone more suitable. I’d love to read about it.
Beautiful!!