Imagine a fall of white bones
Bleached and porous
They would not drift gently
Like feathers
But fall with a rush
Clattering together
And landing in a heap
Bonefall, ink on Japanese paper
Jacob and the Angel
A little East of Jordan,
Evangelists record,
A Gymnast and an Angel
Did wrestle long and hard —
Till morning touching mountain —
And Jacob, waxing strong,
The Angel begged permission
To Breakfast — to return —
Not so, said cunning Jacob!
"I will not let thee go
Except thou bless me" — Stranger!
The which acceded to —
Light swung the silver fleeces
"Peniel" Hills beyond,
And the bewildered Gymnast
Found he had worsted God!
A little East of Jordan by Emily Dickinson
Feather Pelvis, ink on Japanese paper
Feathers and bone
A feather
A bone
Fragile yet strong
Feathers and bone, ink on Japanese paper
The poison circle
Witches inhaling the smoke from smouldering henbane seeds in mediaeval times reputedly caused the sensation of flying.
Ink on Japanese paper