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Part of a growing idea for a book charting the seasons of the year, just about got this done in time for the spring equinox so no artwork yet. The image is from an alchemical folio known as Splendour Solis.
The Equinox Exchange
Words of the Winter Queen:
Gnomes and goblins shielded
In folds of snowdrift sculptures
Creating kingdoms deep and wild,
Faerie fields of the ancestors.
The civil sun usurps my shadows,
Bright, hard, burning, hurried.
Frosted frescoes, silver shows,
Subtlety scorched by rising red.
Stars surrender blink and breath,
Spirits, dreams to dance and seeds.
Shadow usurped, I slip beneath,
Their memories of sunless sleep.
Words of the Spring King:
She steps down, I claim chill airs!
Too long my seeds have slept,
Chilled beneath her pale fingers.
Roots thrust buds, their raging blades.
Open new shoots, unlid new eyes
Leave hill and cave to her lightless cold.
Stretch limb, shake feather, leap, fly.
Furred heralds of the woodland world.
Equinox arrives our airs exchange.
She’s frosted, fair behind spring rains,
Gray-blue eyes glow sad and strange.
My day’s delights feed her next dreams.
The Equinox Exchange
Words of the Winter Queen:
Gnomes and goblins shielded
In folds of snowdrift sculptures
Creating kingdoms deep and wild,
Faerie fields of the ancestors.
The civil sun usurps my shadows,
Bright, hard, burning, hurried.
Frosted frescoes, silver shows,
Subtlety scorched by rising red.
Stars surrender blink and breath,
Spirits, dreams to dance and seeds.
Shadow usurped, I slip beneath,
Their memories of sunless sleep.
Words of the Spring King:
She steps down, I claim chill airs!
Too long my seeds have slept,
Chilled beneath her pale fingers.
Roots thrust buds, their raging blades.
Open new shoots, unlid new eyes
Leave hill and cave to her lightless cold.
Stretch limb, shake feather, leap, fly.
Furred heralds of the woodland world.
Equinox arrives our airs exchange.
She’s frosted, fair behind spring rains,
Gray-blue eyes glow sad and strange.
My day’s delights feed her next dreams.
