Finespun Part 1

Starring Emily.

She stood very still,

Backed into a corner 

Her silky skin glistened with the afternoon sun

And Heavy steps echoed in the hollow walls

The window was only a leap away 

Only a little farther to go

Legs aching from the climb and heart beating like the drums of the jungle whence she came

And yet those heavy  steps were the only thing to hold her in her tracks

Of all the teeth

Of all the darkness

This is where she awaits freedom,

In a new darkness

Heavy steps lighten, preparing to scamper from the splintered wall, the eyes of the unknown are burning from all directions into hers, 

The wonder of both souls looms in the air

She makes her break, legs scampering toward the light,

And with a leap of faith, the wind takes her under wing

A fine gold silk unravels from within to take her to freedom.

"What lay within the darkness behind, she was not sure but this little spider was certain she was over the worst” 

Wolf

Black Dog Dance

(An interpretation of human depression)

A subtle beat arouse the dust from the old house 

Where the black dog sate 

Tail drumming the floor as it awoke from slumber

The windows jingled, a swing was the gate

A youth took a black hand from the shadows 

And they danced blind in each other's eyes 

For they had lost before and before again 

To this black dog dance of their lives

Becoming one with the darkness

In the sills of light and soot of time

Embraced in an intangible abyss

They broke the four legged rhyme

The dust settled on her broken limbs

Where her heart danced for the black dog

Lost in the shadow’s soft hands

Four legs took for the forest fog

To be seen again 

To dance again

That black dog dance of life

Wolf 

Train tracks

… And there you were in the parallel world with your hands with faces against glass

And your mouth yelling a silent song for me as I watched with eyes closed shut

The train tracks bent t’ward the skies to take you for a ride

And my superman cape flew after you to bid you my goodbye.

Oh for what is this world but a song sung by two

 Alas one note from your mouth gone forever and forever askew.

Askew, in my dreams, in this world, I long for you...

Wolf

Photos by Jackson Thomas

Words by Wolf

A Gentlemen Since Tomorrow

He’d been a

Gentlemen since tomorrow,
For now, still a pig,
A tirade of promise
In a pleasantry wig.
As a

Gentlemen since tomorrow,
He cheated antlers from a stag,
Tying them to his head;
Just for the chance to brag.
How this

Gentlemen since tomorrow
Stole a key to the sky,
To rule time of day
And when the end is nigh.’
He is a

Gentlemen since tomorrow
Who not cares the way he moves;
Dancing ‘tween hearts in a
Pair of ornamental hooves.
This

Gentlemen since tomorrow,
Holds cigar in hand,
Selling back lost shadow
Fore you’d ever understand.
A

Gentlemen since tomorrow
Seeks the crowd applause
To forever hold spotlight
Under guise of noble cause.
When a

Gentlemen since tomorrow
Stops you in your path;
The shirtless cry for love
Masks a sardonic laugh,
Know this

Gentlemen since tomorrow,
Is the one who leads the show
Yet behind drawn curtains;
Lives a life of woe.

~ Moluck

Photos by: Wolf In Boots

Words by: Moluck www.quipwhileyoureahead.com

Starring: Mathew Czarnuch ( Chook)

Showcasing now at Wonderwall Gallery, Geelong

Morfnoc-non

Morfnoc-non

Ideas rain from sleeves mounted where hearts leap,

From chests rigged from a yoke, once warmed in sleep.

"Born into air to fight for dreams" we are told in whispers,

Foot steps of the herd, heavy down the happy whistlers.

Mountains to climb become rocks on heads you see,

The legs we wear feet upon, are seen to grow steady.

And seeds planted there so we can run from the mound,

From under the rock placed down, instead we go round and round.

Life given so preciously, to grow, we seek nothing but this verity,

For all our time, we wonder what time is, and was, and will be with sincerity.

Human hands are tied to dance with the limbs in hypnotic tune,

Whilst time ticks on to its own melody, our lives are not immune.

To this dance in black and white, there’s only two ways a-street,

Let's walk a new parallel, against the grain, splinter we shall meet.

The tide is pulling from the dead, the time pulling at our strings,

Cut the cord, walk into the sea to be born of your own wings.

Inside the soul is a plant to nurture, give it all you have and muster,

Alike the clam upon the bed, we human each have a pearl to cluster.

Wolf 

Starring Nicholas Tasevski 

7 at Sea

A floating tail wagging, a hound gently waiting

A tiger hiding ‘hind tall grass, what was he debating?

Orange was the cat, observing upon a tree

Full-moon wolf lingering, lofty to the side of thee

Above in tidal skies, washed the dog-wolf together

There were two bound, another running from the weather

As it were, the storm did brew t’ward the sand

Canine a gait with horses wild and an orca band

Avowal, ye giant whale amidst the vagrant abyss,

Purple thunder, melting the snow tops and tips.

He melted too, enveloped in the lips of Mother Nature,

Mammals the same, washed, animals the same, a  capture.

For only minutes had gone to pass, in skies at seven,

Adorned by blue eyes looking to the never.

Looking to the always, pastel greys turned the pages

Alike caressing ripples from the cryptic sea of ages.

Coral rain besprent the canvas for less than hours

For another story be writ, in the eight o’clock showers.

Wolf 

Starring Edward