Shadowness - Scarlettletters Writer, Photographer, Digital Artist You can also find me at: Facebook (add me): ... en Hecate <a href=""><img src="" /></a><br /> Thu, 05 Mar 2015 17:38:49 -0500 January <a href=""><img src="" /></a><br />January's shadow comes knocking at my door Pleading like my mistress for me to let her in. Gather up the oranges; lay rushes on the floor. We'll call upon the year to start anew again. A courtly dance with music lulled with dulcet lutes, The swirl of beaded skirts in tafetta and silk, She heeds the lilting call of mandolins and flutes Hidden neath the tapestries of indigo and gilt. Her eyes shall be my reckless winter night Her arms shall make a harbor where warmer winds can cling. We will linger in the candles' shuttered light And her mouth will yield to me the gentle breath of spring Art credits: Sat, 10 Mar 2012 20:14:52 -0500 williamsburg street view <a href=""><img src="" /></a><br /> Thu, 01 Mar 2012 21:14:56 -0500 Chaos <a href=""><img src="" /></a><br />Credits: Tue, 28 Feb 2012 07:41:59 -0500 Swimming Tiger <a href=""><img src="" /></a><br /> Mon, 27 Feb 2012 07:42:29 -0500 Winter's Smile <a href=""><img src="" /></a><br />The winter glows within her smile, a wanton jewel that oft beguiles and leaves the air around her new along the forest's verdant mile. The wind is dressed in frosty hue, a heady scent of pine imbued like perfume dressed upon her skin and all the world will breathe anew. December's kiss will soon begin the crush of season's dreams within - and I will linger here awhile amid the forest's verdant din. Credits: Sat, 25 Feb 2012 10:43:36 -0500 Lady in White <a href=""><img src="" /></a><br />Credits: Fri, 24 Feb 2012 10:22:44 -0500 blind <a href=""><img src="" /></a><br />Background; Sat, 03 Dec 2011 19:48:00 -0500 Rust I <a href=""><img src="" /></a><br /> Sat, 03 Dec 2011 19:44:27 -0500 Empty House <a href=""><img src="" /></a><br />The place seemed familiar - forest walls binding the sky in a canopy, the trees parted in welcome just as she remembered and the grass billowing the hem of her gown like pilgrims swelling church with worship - keen and eager for a reckoning. The house stood still as always bony and narrow with its steep door and crumbling porch yawning over the stones and branches the windows unmoving and silent against the tide of birds and gnats that fought to be let in. But it was the air that went astray and led her to stumble its scent too quick and light It felt uneven, untempered as a bride's bright touch moving with uncertain gait and so full of yesterday that she could barely hear the falter of her breath. Tue, 22 Nov 2011 01:00:58 -0500