Tangled behind latched leaves—
spring a midst these dying times,
nimble fingers sway against the wind,
of gentle hands in search
for the lighter shades of pink
and subtle tints from wild roses
along touched ground.
Lips to kiss a sudden shift
between doubt and sanity
slowly building up this rampart
strung from bougainvillea.
There is a gap along this vine wall
where the light passes through
and sometimes beauty itself takes
a glimpse of madness
but still remains enamoring
like steadfast hearts
who never fail to believe
that there is elegance to
and love in being afraid
Hey guys, Matt here. I’m inviting everyone to submit their works for the next issue of A Literation. If you have any photos, sketches or any form of artwork that fits the theme:
The revelation: Take of the mask, make us wish for it. make us fear for it.
Let’s get to it! Submit away! :D