These Wild Things
I am drawn to them. I am struck and at once, arrested by them. I have stopped to watch them. I have many times. They are Black Vultures and they are wild. Here, now, in the middle of this sparse field, a group of dead trees. Sitting on the dead branches, the wild things exist.
They can’t belong to this world. Theirs is a dark world. A stormy world. Amidst the background of a brightly lit scene, they are outstanding. Yet, I feel they are here for me only.
They occupy a space that possesses them. Outlines them. Travels with them. Their tangible energy, potent and powerful holds me still. The intensity in their eyes, untamed. I am unnerved.
These are the wild things. And I see them.
© 2010 Sarah Donnellan
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Inspiration:
There is a group of Black Vultures that lives and cleans up our town. I see them frequently when out and about in different places. When I first saw them, they were so striking to me that ever since I am oddly excited when I catch sight of them. I have not met anyone who shares this fascination, hence the big question marks above those heads who happen to be with me at the time.
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These were both done for the current challenge theme, 'Where The Wild Things Are'. Please go have a visit at The Artist Challenge and The Inferno for other member's varying interpretations.
4 comments:
good points and the details are more specific than somewhere else, thanks.
- Murk
Parabéns, lindo blog.
Bjsss
Oh, thank you Murk. Do they interest you, as well?
Guimel, thank you, I'm off to visit you, now :)
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