The Windy Voices of Love

 

Here is a project from the deep within the archive. 

Featuring some great artworks by design and illustration maestro Gon Balmaceda  .

These four poems were created way a way ago for Creature Mag across the mists of time.

The Chicken Fox

The Chicken Fox is a great moment of confusion

within the barrels and parallels of time and air.

The Chicken Fox lives upon tree tops

and in wooded places, far away from walls and rooms.

The Chicken Fox feels constantly on edge

as it does not know what its nature is.

The Chicken Fox bites, snarls and howls

in a constant creeping scarlet anger.

The Chicken Fox finds solace only within fields

made from red clover and purslane.

Here she rests in a sunlight embrace

soothed by the words of the wind.

The Chicken Fox is both feather and fur

whiskers and beak. She craves the flesh of others

of whom she is unable to hunt and eat.

She constantly falls over.

The Pig Infant

The Pig Infant spends his evenings locked

inside a chamber of his own creation.

This is his choice; a choice that keeps the pig infant

safe from the evening and the evening safe from him.

The Pig Infant excretes in a ceremonial fashion,

as if attempting to please some pig deity, or perhaps

simply to please himself. He is very methodical

in this action, but offers no explanation for it.

The Pig Infant takes great joy in watching small birds

taking to flight. As they lift from the ground

he sways about, as if attempting this action himself.

But of course he never succeeds.

The Pig Infant is not disappointed by his lack of flight

he accepts his fate with great dignity.

And despite this, still believes in the power

and the need of personal dreams.

The Cat Badger

The Cat Badger lives within a world of his own whispers

and whimpers. Stalking the streets of imagination

and pursuing the caramel ledge of fantasy

in each moment and with every breath.

The Cat Badger smells strongly of fish and stale milk

but is unaware of this, as he is too avidly consumed

within his own shadow. Sadly this is a smell that those

around him know only too well.

The Cat Badger is a follower of astrology

but has no time for astronomy, despite this

he does not discourage others from following the star science path

“We all have to believe in something” he often remarks

The Cat Badger’s greatest enemy are mirrors; especially mirrored rooms

mirrors offer patterns which he perceives as savage

and pathways he cannot fathom. He prefers open air,

fence posts, brambles and cushions.

The Elephant Fish

The Elephant Fish lives not underwater as you might expect

but instead within the clouds.

It lives for air and element and spends daytime

light floating in the blue sea sky.

The Elephant Fish belongs to the salted breath of hope

and adores all garments freshly washed.

It particularly adores a cloth and leaf linen mix

and calls the wind his friend and his ship.

The Elephant Fish is fluid and batter brick.

tidal and old peat lit, it moves with the river

and follows the sweep of the stars

trundling along at all times in a vibrant mix.

The Elephant Fish is patient yet fierce

timeless and beyond all trumpet call.

Its wrinkles are canyons, its fin a whole city.

Rock, sand, sound and dust all bow beneath its passage.