Monday, August 1, 2016

Jeffree Skewes #1 Silk on the Road - a prelude



The sacred always hid it's true meaning
even when glittering pages, walls and statues
the ringing bells or solemn Latin
conspire to blind acuity

until the journey toward it's room
singularity or by luck is excavated
do candles, flowers and incense appear
reborn, mulled and promising

the journey begins
while in a kind of darkness
only a youth would conjure
beyond forests, seas and deserts

crackling onstage timbers buck
no audience is listening
plateau after plateau reached
only actors remain

nothing can be said
of despair left behind
it was nothing
there is no turning back

Grace puffs a sweet fugitive perfume
trailing whispers of adventure so magnificent
silk paves these endless roads

on a pilgrim's journey
























image: Silk on the Road installation maquette detail 1. desert sand rice paper silk synthetic polymer paint ink clay flower petals / jskewes





3 comments:

  1. Jeffree, mate, I love it. No contracted possessives.

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  2. oh dear twince I contracted...thanks Rob.

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  3. I love the idea of the 'endless roads', Jeffree, it is uplifting. So much to entice in this - a prelude - musical, poetic - the intense visual - the hidden. I want more.

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