the mind’s ever-discerning eye
watch
as it wanders around
bodies
unbound
leave the lazy ground
from the tops of toes
above humidity’s hum
fruit flows
from consciousness’s stream
heavy heads open and fall
legs
step in
to let
eyes
look out
“Mind’s Eye” by Meaghan Merrifield
Artwork by Paper Whistle
I’ll be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you don’t know
I’ll be the wind, the rain and the sunset
The light on your door to show that you’re home
When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you’re twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
‘Cause I see you
I find it hard to believe you don’t know
The beauty that you are
But if you don’t let me be your eyes
A hand in your darkness, so you won’t be afraid
When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you’re twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
‘Cause I see you
“I’ll be Your Mirror” by The Velvet Underground & Nico
Artwork by Sammy Slabbinck:
His fingertips
made numb by the chills of solitude
reach out
to feel her body writhe.
She is a cold, wet snake under his touch,
slick and yielding like clay.
Whispers in the stale air agree
that she is a decaying wretch.
Still,
he seeks her spoiled heart
and her cloudy eyes
to save him from seclusion.
“The Lonely Man’s Monster” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “Utentes Adormecidos” by Hugo Barros
http://society6.com/hugobarros/Utentes-Adormecidos_Print
A piece of Morning dove in
to splash my chest with fresh sea salt.
I ran my naked fingers over her
belly
swollen with rainwater
but soft,
for she was cloaked
in wispy cotton
clouds
and flecks of broken sun.
My head was plain
before today,
but its flame has been rekindled.
For she will forever
wriggle playfully between the dips in my knees
spreading sunshine over
my brown bones
“A Piece of Morning dove in” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Sarah Cruce
The maiden has an appetite
for the sour fog
of stolen love.
For those
sickly, amber winds that
chide her bare heart
and
make her feel crooked
in the knotted night
where she dreams,
restless
and alone
“The Maiden has an Appetite” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “Vinagre” by Hugo Barros
Birds in heaven
twinkle with every blink
of her mind’s eye
their luminous bodies
drift into
murky dreams
and rinse away
the filth of fear
so that her visions may rise
“Birds in Heaven” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “Koppe” by Hugo Barros
She looks sweet
but she’s rotten to the core.
Artwork: “Wild Wilhelm Tell Collage” by Marko Koeppe
http://society6.com/MarkoKoeppe/Wild-Wilhelm-Tell-Collage_Print
I see you there
frail, fennec fox
your paws tarnished by the rage of a sandstorm
your knees buckling under
the pressure of my gaze
unblinking.
When the desert pales, and the day retreats,
You
will coat
my yellow throat
with blood
“I See You There” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Pope Saint Victor
The Show Tell Project 