Note: This poetry comes at the request of the precious @akeyandacrow. I’ve been authorized to share this with you all, so please enjoy! 💗 For further information on where to find these readings, please consider checking me out @sunlitdivination.
Eclipsed, a sanguine smile,
thin and threaded to a crown—
wrought with fine silver webbing,
youth buried beneath the ground.
Humors of dirt and ashes,
stained rags and pools of ink.
Javelins may jolt right through me,
yet, I say ‘more!’—for I am strength.
Fate is a painted mouth twisted,
whose lips most favor the cruel.
My darkest spaces, oh how they keep her:
a creature, who rules—my, how they rule!
You question; but do not doubt me.
I march, with twisted flag unfurled,
dark and flat, wisplike and chasing
I am the wasp who rules the world.
Visceral laughing, bodies screaming
strobing white across the ground,
The manhole left ajar and steaming—
secrets buried in a beggar’s mound.
I attempted to colour this lineart (and, as usual, modified it
during the process. :’D I can NEVER keep to my lines, as it seems)! It
took way longer than my usual lineless paintings and I don’t know if I
like the result or process any better, I’ll have to test things out some
more! What would you like best? 🐟 Bloop bloop.
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J’ai
tenté une colorisation de ce lineart (et comme d’habitude, je
l’ai modifié en plein milieu :’D Je n’arrive JAMAIS à me conformer à
mes lignes, à ce qu’il semble) ! Ca m’a pris beaucoup plus de temps
qu’une peinture sans line et je ne sais pas si je préfère le résultat ni
le processus, il va donc falloir que j’expérimente davantage ! Et vous, que préférez-vous ? 🐟 Bloup bloup.
Ocean's Meadow 