Part I - Dogma
A thunder of lumbering shadows breathing down my neck
strangled ragged voices sneering No
enraged as I struggle to breathe
This is what Dogma looks like
sapient teachers, priests and politicians bleeding their red criticisms
seeking only duplicates
authority based in Fear
It’s an assembly line of faith
leading only to War
or Birth
Part II
Noise lifts his weary head
sniffs at the wind and scrapes his conscience clean
All written before he was born
he regrets only his brothers’deaths
Ainle and Ardan,
too young to know a woman’s touch.
He sighs in resignation
turns to the Deidre, happy in her sleep
coupled with her prize
Hair black and sleek as a raven’s wing
Skin as white as new fallen snow
and lips redder than blood
An old tale, this avarice
A strong woman to make it so
pinion him between honor and desire
with no care but for her own greedy heart
He picks up spear and harp
walks toward the watery dawn to meet his fate
content to play his part
as sacrificial lamb.
Copyright 2008 Linda Davies
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Conversations in Red is the blog documentation of an exchange between the poet Linda Davies and sculptor Alton Falcone. The 'dialogue' occurs using only the media of each artists' specialty. The drawings and images are responses to Linda's texts; likewise, Linda's texts are responses to the images. Please note that the images and texts are not considered necessarily complete or finished works.
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