Tuesday, April 24, 2018

#371 La FenĂȘtre de MĂ©lusine

No man permitted to see
her in her bath. & yet here
she is with a menhir watching
over her. The open air is not
her natural element, but
night — & the ewer of water
nearby for safety — allows
her to partake of it. So, she

kicks her serpent tail away
& offers the promise of her
future self up to it, that
full moon riding on or in
her belly evidence of the
shapeshifting still to come.

Friday, April 13, 2018

Three poems from Series Magritte at Youtube

via The Continental Review

Read by Miia Toivio & with graphics by Marko Niemi