Friday, January 6, 2023

Evil Landscape

Sands of old bones—the rattling wave’s
Dead-march, bursting noise on noise
Pale swamps where the moon consumes
Enormous worms to pass the night.

Stillness of pestilence; simmering
Of fever; the will-o’-the-wisp
Languishes. Fetid herbiage, the hare
A timid sorcerer, fleeing there.

The white Laundress lays outspread
The dirty linens of the dead
In the wolves’ sunlight…sorrowful
Little singers now, the toads,
Poison, with colic of their own,
The mushrooms that they sit upon.

- Tristan Corbiere


MR. Macabre said...

Did you take that photo? If so, where is it? That would be an excellent location for a horror movie to use as a backdrop.

Rot said...

Yup. Snapped that one on a local walking trail. Scouting some photoshoot locations.

MR. Macabre said...

Very cool.

Mike C(JASONV123) said...

Very cool shot!

Wren said...

Love this