Imagine a Word
by Steven McCabe
Imagine a word in the yellow garden of the angel-faery
imagine the word mirabilia
mirabilia opens a curtain revealing a portal
angel-faery imagines me ~ I imagine mirabilia
not three not two not one not me disappearing
into a collapsed perimeter ~ I imagine an angel-faery
in the yellow garden you memorize mirabilia
three eyes aimed upon a stem three eyes upon a flower
memory cascading sounding the word mirabilia
in the yellow garden yellow-ish flowers whisper
in the luminous yellow garden angel-faery whispers
angel-faery touches my eyelid to the flower of her vision
in blue soil I ring like a bell
the keyhole shaped like an ancient symbol
the flower of mirabilia touches your blue soil
darkness like a keyhole beckons the echo of my vision
into the garden of the angel-faery memory cascading
mirabilia penetrates a keyhole beyond the collapsed perimeter
who what where when why
not three not two not one not you
disappearing within the collapsed perimeter.
ink brushwork, printmaking, digital collage s mccabe
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Always original. Always fascinating. Thank you.
Always fascinating. Always totally unique and original. Thank you for the breath of fresh new air.
Hi Jeanie, Thank you very much for these words. I’m glad some air got through with these images and words.
Your message came at a moment of me not feeling much air thus thank you for the providential synchronicity.