Showing posts with label ice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ice. Show all posts
Monday, July 16, 2007
White Raven Series
A comment from a friend on the White Raven series:
...the sense of blood and freshly frozen death that I feel fuels the bright bitter triumph, reaches for the promise of warmth in the yellow star as sun-seed, and wants to speak through the pink and mauve of the pinions.
Put another way: imagine the painting on the ground at midnight, a dead, dessicated white bird caught in a pool of ice, the moon reflecting just so an inch beyond its beak.
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