Friday, October 15, 2010

Fables from a Forgotten Place: Hunter's Moon

Hunters in the Snow ~ Bruegel

His boot, disturbed by slumber, nudges the fire to expel a moody breath of sparks and a saffron dance of smoke into the firmament – they swirl in helix (the stars and the spaces between) reflecting in effigy the hunter’s dreams of yellow wolf eyes and the firs that paint the sky a watered down green as he follows the barrel of his rifle; follows a dream (within a dream) of fur… and a carcass warm upon his skinning hands.
Watched by the moon his supine form beside the fire’s glowing bowl, dreams she is the hunter's horn – dreams she blows her name across the echoed mountain halls - dreams she drinks his fears like willing smoke into the lungs.
The wolf in turn berates the moon her tangle with the man, yet understanding her attraction to a creature so singularly feral as to walk with fire, the same fire whose aversion to the night obliterates the grey moonlight; the same grey moonlight that makes everything so clear through the yellow eyes of the wolf.

5 comments:

Harnett-Hargrove said...

How very visual, how very virtual! -J

(Have you read the Bruegel bio by Rudy Rucker?)

Confessions of a Temporal Lobe said...

Nice.

Harlequin said...

lovely work with colour and shape and repetition--especially the smoke and the yellow, and the movement of perspective across so many kinds of living things, animal, elemental, human, nature... quite compelling.

JeffScape said...

I don't think I've ever read a watercolor before. That was kinda cool.

Pisces Iscariot said...

Jayne: I don't know much about Bruegel but I bet Rucker came at it from an interesting angle

CoaTL: Glad you enjoyed, thanks for stopping by

Harlequin: I had a definite image in my mind when I wrote this but the Bruegel was only the closest approximation I could find.

Jeff: There's a first time for everything :)