NOTE: Happy New Year, everyone! Sorry I haven’t posted in a long while. The reason is that I’ve taken up digital painting again, after some 8 years, and it’s very time-consuming. Here’s the first painting I completed. It represents Hel, the Norse goddess of the Underworld. I also wrote a poem to go with it. (Also – I know what the painting looks like The good news is improvement is inevitable if one keeps practicing.)
They’re digging underground again,
working on the new subway line.
They won’t find you.
They’ll only drive you deeper
into the heart of your damp palace,
where your hounds,
fierce though they may look,
have inherited your sadness
and turned deaf and mute.
Your cold palace
where orphaned mud puppies
drink the watery milk
from your breast –
that is, the right one,
your living breast.
The left side,
where your heart is supposed to be
was frozen even before you were born.
I guess that makes you safe.
I guess that makes you cursed.
As a child my grandmother made me read
stories of eternal fire –
this was before I found out
there are many ways one can burn.
And so, it is not fire I fear now –
It is your home I fear
where there can be none.
And here’s a detail of the face: