Art Illustration + Poems, Ceramics + Writing

Katie’s Getaway

There’s something in her eyes
Bilateral memories of
An invitation
A home

Her intentions are intelligible,
As you’re at the edge, blinded by
Her seductive rapport
To flip suddenly rapturously into the deep
With seahorses …. her fleeting motherhood qualities

An enigma to nature
She’s never the color red coming towards you
Always receding into, fathomless blue
Until you follow, to be,
Pulled down into, what seems to be, mermaid treachery
Don’t battle yourself
Compassion is not deception

Words and Art by: NaRa

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Into the Skin of Europa (series)

Skin’s Deceit: Into the Skin of Europa (part 2.)

An image on the oval.                                                                                                                                     A great lack luster view,
That was printed in the memory                                                                                                           Of June.                                                                                                                                                               A stark-white body of an ex-lover;                                                                                                         She really never knew.
A birdsong as an alarm,
For a summer morning.

Nadiah makes the decision not to                                                                                                         Wilt underneath the covers,
And stumbles to the bathroom.
In hopes, that sleep made her                                                                                                               Skin iridescent like a candy wrapper.
Perhaps, even she transformed Into
An ancient siren, with a magical
Sparkling blue-green fin!

But once more she sees that reality
Has won again and, that were her feet
She used to go stare at the same
Old stains.
Thin long reddish lines meet her                                                                                                     Tender blue topaz eyes.
She has to empathize with herself                                                                                                         That she is special.                                                                                                                                             Not being refined like her sisters,                                                                                                 Doesn’t mean she needs to give
Into dusk’s torture.
Where she sleeps with men
That don’t sleep next to her.
And where she pretends that she                                                                                                           Will soon arrive at love.

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