Posted on December 29, 2008 by Dave BontaMisfit This entry is part 9 of 16 in the series Postcards from a Conquistador Series Navigation← LegendHorseman, pass by →OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIESMoccasin flower Hanging around Off the map Waste land Ignorance The birds Prima materia Knight Legend Misfit Horseman, pass by Introspectre Like water for ice Superstition Love, not war UnconqueredShare this:TwitterEmailPrint
Wow. This one really disturbs me. It looks like flayed flesh and that last word really rings out. Reply
wow, is that stunning! It IS the coolest postcard poem ever. Love how the “stripped and beaten” appear to be the trees. Reply
Thanks, Tammy. SarahJ – FWIW, they’re actually weed stalks. It’s a semi-macro shot. beth – Bill (via email) made the same comparison. I told him I hadn’t remembered the name of the saint, but it did definitely evoke medieval religiosity for me. Reply
Bloody hell, Dave. I keep thinking they can’t get any better, and they keep getting better.
Wow. This one really disturbs me. It looks like flayed flesh and that last word really rings out.
Beautiful and chilling all at once. Truly Exquisite. You make me want to write!
super.
This is the coolest postcard poem ever.
I think this might be the best so far…
Beautifully done.
Well, damn. And here I almost didn’t post this one! Shows what I know. Thanks, y’all.
Captivating image and memorable words.
wow, is that stunning! It IS the coolest postcard poem ever. Love how the “stripped and beaten” appear to be the trees.
Fantastic, Dave. Kind of reminded me of St. Sebastian!
Thanks, Tammy.
SarahJ – FWIW, they’re actually weed stalks. It’s a semi-macro shot.
beth – Bill (via email) made the same comparison. I told him I hadn’t remembered the name of the saint, but it did definitely evoke medieval religiosity for me.
Brilliant, Dave. This is one of my favourites too.