made of bare bones
and sticks,
clay-modeled diagrams,
chips of a china doll —
the earth-buoyed body cricks,
cracks, like the door,
seldom opened.
i wait to be explored,
i seek redemption,
in
the thickets,
calls of
a cuckoo,
the arms of
my
chthonic god.
~
Intermingling psychology and symbolism with my current state of mind, a little something for dVerse Quadrille #63
Image source: Vincent Van Skelly (a parody of Van Gogh’s Self Portrait with Bandaged Ear) by Marie Marfia
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