They marvel at your skill
How lifelike I appear
As though I could fly
Every way the wind blows
They know not your dark secret
A twirl in Sol’s gold
Coiling in Luna’s silver
Diaphanous and solid
Every way the wind blows
How your majik sealed me within
Lighter than dandelion fluff
Joyful wings ever airborne
Yet never take flight
Every way the wind blows
A statue admired as so alive
The ethereal made corporeal
To this post ever bound
In eternal dervish motion
Every way the wind blows
I scream unheard in living death
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Today at dVerse Lillian invites us to pick a piece of art and tell a story from the view of the artist or the art itself. I recently saw this wonderful piece of kinetic art and have been completely enchanted by it.
I promise this started out on a much happier note, wondering about the unknown artist who could create such a delightful thing. But as I watched the video again, I thought what if this isn’t the magnificent work of a very talented artist, but of magic, dark magic that trapped a faerie playing with a dandelion.
Perhaps the statue looks so alive because she is….
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