I swoop and swoon with sparrow’s springtime song,
But warehouse sky is not where birds belong.
My mind should focus on efficient work,
And yet on branch-like beams my fancies lurk.
We flutter, flit, and flow through stagnant air,
And deftly dance our mating prance with flair.
Our playful chase supplies its own light breeze.
Delinquent feathers trespass where they please.
Are we the kin of all the waxwings slain,
Whose shadows made it through the windowpane?
A billion beaks a year to glass are lost,
A mournful migratory holocaust.
And we who made it through an open door,
May have a fate much grislier in store.
It’s fun and flight till hunger pangs are felt.
Entrapment crafts a scrawny, withered pelt.
I hung a painting of your hung remains.
It casts a shadow through the astral plane.
The urge to touch its plumage makes me long
To soar again with sparrow’s springtime song.
WEST GOSHEN TWP, Pa.—Trompe l'oeil (tromp LOY) or "trick of the eye" en français is the technique of using realistic imagery to create an optical illusion of depth and thereby fucking with people's minds.
I found this nearly ten years ago in an old music store and have been trying to re-find it since I lost it in a move. It has a lovely muted pallet. The girl is in the centre of the painting kneeling down and out the door the ocean is coming in and you can see a ship in the distance. I can't remember what you could see out the window but I think there may have been a tree/hot air balloon.
When I had it my mum commented that she had a really similar one in her dorm & that it was maybe even the same one.
Would love, love,love if someone could steer me in the right direction. Every so often I'll do a google deep dive but have yet to spot it.
