All my creative pursuits.
The beautiful Isabella Rosellini in a photo from the height of her career. I don’t know the exact date. Isabella’s look was so simple and so elegant, I tried to emulate her style when I was a younger woman. I did not do her justice with my sketch, but I’m such a fan that I wanted to try.
This is the poem from which I took the fragment Live. I’ve also added the audio recording.
In minor key
A droning tone
Wails the violin
Staccato of a drum
The restraints that bind
And bite into flesh
The metal is cold
The stone floor rough
The sting of your hand
I gasp at the blow
Sense your excitement
I pray to a god I don’t know
When harp strings plucked
Sound like the howl of a ghost
Blood seeps from my wounds
And I fear all is lost
When your breath in my ear
Asks for what I can’t give
I know your love is destruction
And I want to live
Artwork, words and vocals ~ Meg Sorick
The eyes tell a story…. My friend Sandra’s lovely eyes, expressing sadness this time:
Meg Sorick, Author/Artist 