Tuesday, September 28, 2010

cistern



Beneath the layers of city
the drip, drip, drip of ancient water
ghostly grey carp, like whispers
glide past the glitter of countless currencies.

Medusa, your head in two
silent serpents twisted
green algae
the city upon your chin, at your temples.

4 comments:

Lady Orlando said...

I love those photos. So dream/nightmare thing

szaza said...

Thank you, Yoda!

Kerstin Klein said...

Did you write the text, Szaza?

szaza said...

I did :)
Do you like it?