My Eyes are Starlight

My Eyes are Starlight

I saw them coming

The hollow people

I saw too

The bird headed ones

Talons with fresh blood

Wings to fly the stars

And you,

All penitence and defiance

Swathed in dark linen

Shrouded in memory

Your kiss, bitter

Cold in the morning light

Was I just an idea?

Brief and without form

A comfort in the night

So, aeons passed

Another age of the earth

And now, beware

I may be hollow too

As I neglect to clean the blood

And my eyes are starlight

 © Michelle Maiden

Friday 30^th March 2011, 3am

The poem was a 3am, insomnia induced stream of consciousness, and as such it doesn't have a definite meaning but is a work of dreamlike surrealism in much the same way as the image I have finally made to go with it. Other influences for the image include ancient Middle Eastern goddesses Ishtar and Astarte, and prehistoric bird-headed goddess figurines.

10in x 15in watercolour on paper