Thursday, April 23, 2020

Wendigo


Struggling to make sense,
as layers of paradigm
each shifting at different rates
leave no hold for foot, hand, or mind.

Overtaken by vertigo,
shaken loose,
there is no refuge by the campfire.
as village by village
souls are consumed
by the Wendigo.

Why did we allow
such insatiable greed
to drive him
to this hunger?
Human turned to monster,
no number of souls
can fill the void
of this black hole.

The painting above is acrylic on hardboard, 8 1/2" x 27", unframed.
The original is available in my Etsy store.



 

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