Art Undone ™

light

2012-02-21T03:15:00.013Z

She walked towards him as he stood watching the  city. It stretched out before them, a canvas of fairy lights encased in  glass.

"Let's  make love", she said throwing her arms around him. He turned to watch  her, her eyes glazed and heavy, like dark jewels. "I want to keep  kissin' you until I fade into you, until I disappear."

(words : Eabha Rose

picture : ?)

2012-02-20T23:57:00.010Z

The evening light threw shadows across the parlour. Cat sat by the window and watched the silent breeze carry leaves along the road. They danced on the steely grey, lifting and falling to the breath of the valley. She waited to see Her shadow move up the hill, hat tilted to the side, sideways gait fixed in contemplation as if the world leaned in on Her. 

Time was slipping by. The breeze seemed to pick up speed as leaves knocked impatiently against the stone wall. She felt her throat tighten as car lights broke up the semi darkness before moving on. 

(words :    Eabha Rose
 picture :  Brooke Shaden) 

2012-02-04T05:13:00.007Z

Outside of rules and structure, into the quiet cradle of repose, desire touches the surface, the skin,

and like wishes, the stolen kisses keep us afloat.

(words : Eabha Rose

picture : Matthew Alan)

2012-01-30T02:57:00.000Z

Let me in, you said.

I did.

I pulled you deep inside me
- into my heart

(words : Eabha Rose

picture : ?)

dew

2012-01-28T13:39:00.002Z

I made dew with thinking of you

(words : Eabha Rose
picture : ? )

repose

2012-01-28T13:09:00.002Z

O, that magic space, the quiet doorway into a shared solitude, absent of niceties, of dressings. We are pure, translucent, filled with light. It is that restful moment before they get to us. It is the beauty between the words. It is the escape.

(words : Eabha Rose)

surrender

2012-01-27T16:38:00.007Z

The light dew of completion. You watch it drip from my hair. We are nothing and everything. Shell-shocked. I can taste the dew from your lips. It tastes of melancholy, dripping from our mouths.

(words : Eabha Rose
photo : ? )

Touch

2012-01-23T16:12:00.004Z

A finger there
On the trigger of my heart
Just there
Touching it slowly, silently
Releasing my secrets

My screams

(Words : Eabha Rose

Picture : ? )

Hiding

2012-01-23T15:32:00.005Z

I wear grey
It's your colour
Matches your eyes.

My boots
They are black
Matches your soul.
Black black

You want to hide
In my hair
And I want to dance
Inside you.
Deep deep

(Words : Eabha Rose

Photo : ? )

Shades

2012-01-23T15:09:00.008Z

Our colours they are,
Aren't they

We hide in their hues,
Their light

Our words dance
Upon them

Little secrets they are,
Aren't they

Hiding in the shades,
The shades of
You and me
And our secrets

Coming to life

(Words : Eabha Rose

Photo : ? )

chains

2012-01-22T21:23:00.004Z

Like silver chains around my wrists,
slightly too tight;
Your fingers bring me slowly to life
Before I beg to surrender to death.

Let me die beneath you,
against you,
inside you.

Who is inside who?

(words : Eabha Rose

photo: Isa Marcelli)

window

2011-12-29T01:15:00.006Z

(Words: Eabha Rose
Painting : Gourley)

She kneeled up on the bed, resting her elbows on the small window ledge as she looked out towards the strand. She fixed her eyes on the old Protestant church standing amongst the yew trees, its graveyard falling back towards the ocean. Ivy branches clung to the spire as it stood solemnly over the fractured gravestones. A piece of orange fishing net had become lodged on the one of the bars of the gate and it danced in the breeze in the otherwise lifeless churchyard. The black wrought iron gate was firmly shut, a silver lock hanging securely from the handle loop. She wondered who the gatekeeper was as she followed the line of gravestones out to sea, their edges jagged and weather beaten as they stood proudly in the freshly cut grass. A solid stone wall encased the churchyard, its borders trimmed with loving care as it followed the crease of the hill downwards towards the village.

the melody of the universe

2011-12-27T05:45:00.006Z

When dreams kiss the world of feelings, they gently knock on the door of our imaginings like old friends wishing to become reacquainted, before settling themselves gently within the subtext of our beings, lighting us up from within. They illuminate the words we speak, the love we make. They dance with us through time.

(Words : Eabha Rose
Picture: Simone Held)

embalmed

2011-12-27T03:16:00.004Z

I have often dreamed of walking through a silent scene of destruction. Sometimes it rests on a hillside, tilting away from the edge of a dark forest; other times, it is spread out across a flat naked field. The silence is hauntingly beautiful. Walking amongst the wreckage, I experience a soothing numbness - as if curled up with my other, settled in to eternal sleep, embalmed in a sweet dew. The colours are muted. All of the preceding sounds and images have been lulled to sleep. I begin to wonder if I too am dead, if my silence is part of this death.

(Words : Eabha Rose
Picture: Brooke Shaden)

2011-12-13T01:52:00.001Z

I would surely be impaled by your reckless abandon

(Words : Eabha Rose
Picture : ? )

Descent

2011-12-09T03:30:00.006Z

Long banners of air cut and dashed around the surrounding rocks. She began to feel herself assuming their shape and texture, fading in her own solidity, merging with the whirling wind as she sank in to the cold wet sand. Her vision began to blur as she curled against the tide, uniting with the night, encased in its every sound and movement until it wrapped her in its cloak and cradled her to sleep.

(Words : Eabha Rose
Picture: ? )