Friday, March 13, 2009


I in-dwell within the sea-spider's niche.
Black and spindly, she spreads eight legs
into the nether reach of our aquatic strangeness.
Together we fall toward the star's reach
and embrace beneath the comet's tail.
Together we shuffle on our heads;
our feet slide against the surface's tide.
Anemone and starfish shape our single scar;
the remnant of saturnalian incrustation.


Unknown said...

Personal announcement!

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- Peter Ingestad, Sweden

Anonymous said...

Why can't you use my language? I am teasing you.
I am just lazy and you make my brain hurt too much, because I actually have to think when reading you.
I think your images provoke imagination and allegories suggest riddles. I must admit though this is one of my favourites of yours that I have read (and I have read all of 'Petroglyphs' which I savour). Beautiful you, just beautiful.