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The Stag Horn and The Thorn: A simple stream-of-consciousness poem

May 9, 2012 by Sylvia Thunder Bird Leave a Comment

The stag horn and the thorn.
The blood and the flood.
The rose and the crow.
The ice and the dice.
The eye and the sky.
The ear and the deer.
The taste and space.
The touch and clutch.
The mouth and the South.
The Earth and the birth.
The Water and daughter.
The Air and the flare.
The Fire and the sire.
The breast and the quest.
The womb and the tomb.
The glory in the story.
The fist and the twist.
The hiss in the mist.
The rock and the lock.
The key and the sea.
The dart in the heart.
The inspiration and the inundation.
The dreams and the streams.
The light and the kite.
The word and the sword.
The crystal and the pistol.
The rod and the sod.
The Thunder Down Under.
The smile and the while.
The throat and the boat.
The bud in the mud.
The Sun and the son.
The crown and the sound.
The color and the other.
The wind and the kin.
The cow and the sow.
The milk and the silk.
The Faeries and berries.
The Trees and the bees.
The flowers and hours.
The leaf and the sheaf.
The gem and the stem.
The reflection in the confection.
The moon and the cocoon.
The star in the tar.
The shadow in the meadow.
The root and the fruit.
The boulder beholder.
The oak and the yoke.
The candle and the sandal.
The sigil and the vigil.
The book and the hook.
The wave and the cave.
The ash and the flash.
The birch and the search.
The willow and the pillow.
The shell and the bell.
The wand in the pond.
The chime of time.
The breath and the death.
The bell and the well.
The voice and the choice.

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About Sylvia Thunder Bird

Hello, Sylvia Thunder Bird here.
Thanks for reading at my bio, and thanks for the opportunity to register with the Upper Left Edge site.
I'm a painter, and I've lived on the beautiful North Coast of Oregon North for 9 years.
Watercolors reflect vulnerable and intimate aspects of my spirit path.
I am a feminist, polytheist student of Tarot, the Great Work, the philosophy of Magic, and a solitary practitioner of a Nature-based Old Religion tradition.
I strive to penetrate/understand the ancient feminine mysteries, goddess traditions by researching for source materials. This way of receiving/penetrating/expanding upon ideas allows me to establish workable connections to the feminine divine.
For me, art is about finding civilized expressions of rebellion, inspiration, excitement, whimsy, polarity, equilibrium/balance, beauty and peace of mind in a predominately patriarchal society.
My goal is to stir the Great Mother's cosmic cauldron and to tap into the power of metaphysical philosophies, images, symbols and colors, that are gleaned from historical and mythological sources. As cultures ebb, flow and change, I feel that people connect to and preserve ancient ideas through symbols.
My work represents a brew of images gleaned from ancient wisdom, pre-christian deities/spirits; from Greek, Roman, Etruscan, Italic (European/Mediterranean) , some Celtic, Norse, Germanic and Egyptian cultures that resonate with Nature, Star, Sun and Moon centered teachings, matri-focal, and matri-linear Goddess traditions!
I want to be free. I endeavor to reclaim the feminine (ancient feminism filtered through the veils of time) through historical, metaphysical correspondences: IE: elementals, the four quarters, planets, sun and moon, constellations, nebula's, galaxies, colors, symbols, plants, creatures (flora and fauna), deity/spirit, ritual and fun, etc., etc. Basically I find deep joy in practicing the Old Religion and visiting, with an open heart, ancient magical practices and knowledge!
My Influences: The technical treatment of these images stem from my love of the metaphysical paintings of Giorgio de Chirico, Greek-born Italian Surrealist Painter and Sculptor, (1888-1978), the life and art of Pamela Colman Smith, illustrator of the Rider Waite Tarot, and the popular art and cultural ideas of Andy Warhol, Pittsburgh-born Pop art icon and son of Slovak immigrants (1928-1987)."
Positive results:
My art and spirit practice gives form to my life. It is a gift that helps me to find the elements that form positive attitudes, enhance the powers of my special joy, enthusiasm for life, inspiration, imagination, intuition and mindfulness.
Solve et Coagula
Ars Longa Vita Brevis
Sylvia Thunder Bird

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