Thursday, May 20, 2010

A poem by Kathryn Jane Forest ... no. 1

The fire burning hot and bright
Thick smoke slinking through chilled night
Hands rubbed raw and jaw clenched tight
He barely put up any fight


Hi-Res: HERE!


  1. Hey, where'd my comment go? :( I had comments on this one and on the other poem one. Laaaames!

    Anyway, I'll try and remember what I said before... I really like this one because of how serene and terrifying she looks at the same time. It wasn't how I imagined it when I was thinking about art to go with the poem, but it fits it perfectly!

  2. Well ... good. I'm glad it works even though it differs from your original thoughts.