The following and the above are some recent works (drawings/sketches) on paper and other media.
After a yearlong pause from writing, a verbal oxidation tried to take hold and arrange itself around the edges and the creases of my mind. After scraping this off, I encountered a poem.
The following is the poem as a short story from a recent dream, which is somehow related I believe to a course I’m currently taking titled The Ancient Greek Hero in 24 hrs from edX online.
Do check it out if interested in Ancient Greek culture as it is definitely worthwhile.
Metal Mesh Earthen Tomb
I travel alone through some dusk moisten ground,
wandering past dark earthen shroud,
my eyes not troubled from mist or cloud,
a dextral encounter with a terrestrial mound.
I carry for dinner an upended fowl,
unbeknownst its hue, its weight, nor fount,
I recall no whispers nor deafening sounds,
I turn to behold such terrestrial mound.
Quite unnerving, amusing deception, I thus initially found,
as it just touched the pile, disappear did the fowl.
I search in vain for the vanished,
my disbelief torrential reigning and mounts,
to decipher, unearth present quandary,
to retrieve and reclaim from the mound.
(Through some trickery of my own), I attempt to regain,
what I never have loaned, and my posture maintain.
Tapping lightly damp earth, myriad bearings I’ve chosen,
conviction shall work, ritual spell to be broken.
I find myself covered, magic sand surround pile,
slow brush vex my skin, subterranean bush file,
metal mesh earthen tomb, scraping dirt to be found,
how am I below now, such uncomfortable mound?
I am lodged by mistake soft ripe underground,
The fowl dinner nowhere, as I continue to scrape.
I then see a tunnel and perceive my escape,
my plan a calm getaway such mysterious mound.