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.
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:
How very visual, how very virtual! -J
(Have you read the Bruegel bio by Rudy Rucker?)
Nice.
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.
I don't think I've ever read a watercolor before. That was kinda cool.
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 :)
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