INKTOBER 2018: Chicken, Day 5
I wanted to do something different with the chicken prompt, so I went for a more pagan feel; invoking some Norse mythos along with it. I really like how it came out! The poem goes hand-in-hand with the illustration for a change. Below is the transcription:
cast your runes, throw
the chicken skull and bone
among weeds and death shells
smell incense burning, smoking
hear the cackle of amused
crows, perched outside on
the mighty white oak tree,
how it spreads its wings too.
now, read your runes.
true protection, lies ahead
enlightment, it beckons you.
is this what you asked for?
'Bones'