Post by Bitchee~Witchee on Apr 26, 2011 8:17:05 GMT -7
The title of the piece is the title of the piece in the museum that spoke to me, and here is the result.
Deep I stalked into the jungle,
Of a land long forgotten.
It was lush, humid, and hot.
Unforgiving.
Sometimes out of the corner of my eye,
I swore I saw ghosts from another time.
The climate was still harsh.
But the people not only lived, breathed, and died. They thrived.
If I turned they would disappear.
Instead I would see the jungle proud to have taken over, mighty to behold.
I walked aimlessly for what seemed days.
Until by chance I found the heart of a ruin.
It had to have been a strong city.
One of power. One to envy.
For all its glory,
All I could see was the head.
The head of a jaguar. A symbol of royalty from long ago.
Even falling apart and covered in green,
It stood tall. Forever guarding,
Always watching. Even ruined its beauty touched me.
I couldn't find the picture of the piece so no link to it.
Deep I stalked into the jungle,
Of a land long forgotten.
It was lush, humid, and hot.
Unforgiving.
Sometimes out of the corner of my eye,
I swore I saw ghosts from another time.
The climate was still harsh.
But the people not only lived, breathed, and died. They thrived.
If I turned they would disappear.
Instead I would see the jungle proud to have taken over, mighty to behold.
I walked aimlessly for what seemed days.
Until by chance I found the heart of a ruin.
It had to have been a strong city.
One of power. One to envy.
For all its glory,
All I could see was the head.
The head of a jaguar. A symbol of royalty from long ago.
Even falling apart and covered in green,
It stood tall. Forever guarding,
Always watching. Even ruined its beauty touched me.
I couldn't find the picture of the piece so no link to it.