After the soul-stitch
original poetryOnce the looming soul-stitch burst
And its black fabrications blanketed the earth
With melancholy ash– only then did we feel the chill
Of the eternal winter that suspends crystalline all animatrons.
Glacial in ever-lagging inertia
We sleep in furnished caverns
And stew the days away.
Our cauldron overflowing
With conceptions contradictory
And vague, quite bland yet sufficient
To maintain us through stony decades.
Through prehistoric inklings
That dance on cave walls we travel time
& arrive somewhere it is spring
So again we can believe.
It is not so much that winter makes us doubt
But that it shows the other side
Of what is loathed: grisly beauty
That soft souls would see denied
To us betrothed, we marry darkness
In the fullness of our being.
Now unclothed, we leave aside the bridal veil
And darkest gloom: to dance amongst the stars
In blackest bliss sewed through a starry loom.
Notes
This is a reflection on the introversion and isolation many experience during winter, especially once the solstice has passed and the chill fully penetrates to the core. It feels as if it may never be spring again. It is also a rumination on the relative slowness of humans, always a few steps behind the universe's incessant transformations. Though we dread the cold and darkness, we are also married to it. Once we become fully bared to harsher truths, their flavor often becomes more palatable. Stay warm my friends! This winter, too, shall end.
Love,
@d-pend
2/5/18
Written by
@d-pend
2/5/18
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Photos by
.1 ~ "Winter solstice" by SparklePhotography
2 ~ "Winter solstice" by WayneBenedet
3 ~ "Winter solstice" by Sun-Seeker
4 ~ "The end of solstice" by KirlianCamera