It is dark and cold and otherworldly deep in Goth World. With the help of multi-gifted Resa and her AGM’s , will Shey Goth return to the light and once again spread beauty throughout the Art Gown World?
Find out at the original … more beauty and wonderful music can be found there.
Princess Blue Holly descended gracefully into Otherworld.
She was led by her Tangle-Heart. A moonless night was falling, as it watched over the defoliated magic trees.
Upon arrival, Blue Holly adopted the garb of the common peoples of Otherworld. She wandered tirelessly through a dark, eternal 3 a.m., searching for SheyGoth.
At first the song was far away, but PBH followed the music. AGM Shey was an incurable romantic. She was sure SheyGoth was behind the music.
As PBH drew near to SheyGoth, DracGoth intercepted.
“Princess Blue, I call you out! You are not in your league here. You have few powers to do anything. SheyGoth is here of her own free will. She can only leave of her own free will. We are Otherworld lovers.”
Blue Holly faced him dead on, albeit a tad cheeky.
“Was it the red hair that tipped you off? Look, I just want to…
When I was a child I had two pet rabbits. Their hutch was kept in the garage during the winter. One snowy morning I looked out a window in the front of our house and saw my miniature dachshund Hannah running down the street along side one of my rabbits holding onto one of his ears with her mouth. She had rescued the rabbit from the perils of escape we shortly found the second rabbit on a neighbor’s back porch stoop. Catastrophe averted. There were no leash laws nor animal permits many years ago. Also house and car doors were not locked. I was permitted from a very early age to spend the day alone in the woods. I wish that I could give…
The guests have arrived and the Chicklet Valentine’s Day Party has officially begun. Clarence was in charge of setting up Holly’s Corn bread treats for an after breakfast snack. Unfortunately, Clarence decided to taste test the corn bread and couldn’t seem to control himself.
When interviewed for The Coop newspaper, he simply chirped, “It was just so delicious, what else could I have done?” Everyone understood his dilemma and a meeting was held where a rule was passed, saying that no one could be in charge of food products alone. At least two beings would have to be present for the set-up.
Everyone felt much better after that. The good news is that Holly made enough corn bread for everyone, so no one will go without a slice, or two.
twelve baubles dangling
eleven chicklets piping
ten chicklets leaping
nine chicklets dancing
seven stars a twinkling
six hens a laying
FIVE GOLD RINGS
four calling birds
three French hens
two turtle loves
and a chicklet in a pear tree
Winter does not empathize with withered branches or displaced birds fleeing waves of frozen breath Her howling wind is a laugh out loud and she hasn’t the grace to cover her mouth. A tease of holly and evergreen flicker at the curve of her billowed boughs glistening folds and hallowed mounds drift in other worldly sighs ensnared by her exquisite binds.
In Nickolas Muray’s (Hungarian-born American photographer)1939 portrait of painter Frida Kahlo a crown of purple yarn weaves in and out of her thick black hair, flyaways break loose from her braids. Her favorite shawl, a deep magenta rebozo wraps around her shoulders matching the warm flush of her cheeks and her painted nails—glints of red that call attention to her strong hands. She leans comfortably against a wall gazing resolutely if not lovingly at the camera.
Muray and Kahlo were at the height of their on-again off-again ten-year relationship when these pictures were taken. Their affair had started in 1931 after Muray was divorced from his second wife and shortly after Kahlo’s marriage to Mexican muralist Diego Rivera. It outlived Muray’s third marriage and Kahlo’s divorce and remarriage to Rivera by one year, ending in 1941. They remained good friends until her death in 1954.
In the portrait she wears
a coral shawl across her shoulders.
Terracotta lips are set in granite.
Her eyes are the color of the earth,
they scream the anguish of the world.
Her image is etched into tapestry
hung from nails on a farmhouse wall.
She is captured by the hand
of a woman uprising
She is proud
she is Mexico.