Why this image stopped my heart: This is one of my favorite images, ever, that I have seen. Given how much I love photography, that is a strong statement. I love how the relative simplicity of color and subject (green and white, tree and bone) emphasize the primal, otherworldly feel of this image. The verdant, unapologetically masculine feel of the image reminds me of old mythology, of Pan and Herne, of a time when the land had a sacred, unspoken, heartbeat.
The fic(s). In keeping with my goal to use the tarot in conjunction with my writing, I made the decision too write inspired by a card from one of my tarot decks. I chose Come to Life
Here is my fic:
Somewhere in the dark verdant silence. It stirs.
This is what it was like once: a branched silhouette in the winter sky. A dark movement flashing against the hedgerow. The silent rolling thunderclap of hoofbeats across the mossy floor. Strong dark flesh that gave way under predator teeth and red blood that throbbed-and spilled in the rhythm of the forest.
It had that once-the throbbing-and the sky. The falling-and the-tearing.
It stirs, but it doesn’t come back. Memories don’t come back, because they don’t leave. It stirs, and it stays. Twining it’s memories across the damp grass in bone-bleached curves. It stirs, and it stays, sweet and dark and eternal.
“Only stay here,” the forest whispers in sibilant green whispers. “Only stay here, your bones held in my branches. I’ll hold your antlers. I’ll hold your memory in my bones. I’ll hold your silence in my bones. Only stay here and I’ll hold your bones within my bones.”