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| No matter how much the old beech raised up arms against us, we could not help but laugh, even when it boomed and whistled. |
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| Little forests sprang up on the elephant's foot... |
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| The wish bone of the giants. |
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| The dryad drew the parrot into the tree where it stayed, dimly visible from the outside. |
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| Lithe Willendorf Venus. Not stone but tree. |
Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.
Yes, a Willendorf Venus as tree - amazing! A favourite image of mine in some past work. The image just came to me again the other day when reading Jean M. Auel's The Land of Painted Caves, the last in her Earth Children series.
ReplyDeleteI bought a ceramic pendant inspired by the Venus--laughed when I saw it. The potter said nobody ever knew what it was, but that Venus: she's unmistakable!
ReplyDeleteIs that work you are talking about on your site? I have not gone all through the different collections yet...
ReplyDeleteUnmistakable Venus. How could anyone miss it?
ReplyDeleteThis is such a beautiful post Marly. Those trees are amazing
ReplyDeleteSusanna
Beeches always have so much character...
ReplyDeleteHello, dear Jeffery--
ReplyDeleteYou of all people would sympathize! Poet of leaves and stones and strange eyes...