Herald Angel by Eric Chamberlain
Bruise of Waitness
I can’t talk of grief alone
but the faint smell of loneliness
brow of air too knows your name
what is the colour of time stippled
to languagelessness. I am translation
of it within the knot of void. As I hold
gray parentheses of pain, what I can’t
say is:hymns melt and escape from
our palms. Fading myths about dry
galaxies of love. As for now, still
I am good at chasing shadows of
things that left for territory of nowhere,
list of my gains merged with metaphors
for zeros. Everything sums up to be an
elegy for a soul that lost its body for a
star with a mouthless face. From there a
light ferments, making a song rise whose
notes are notes of a sunset with eighteen
ripples of something unspent. After the
sky wrapped us inside its rootless expanse
a prayer climbed up to my nosecave before
you left. Since then, it is the only thing
that lingers as if a longing never enough
to fill the bruise of waitness on its own
About the author:
Purbasha Roy is a writer from Jharkhand, India. Her work has appeared, or is forthcoming, in Channel, SUSPECT, Bluestem, DASH, Hive, avenue, Metaphysical-Times Hills Hoist, and elsewhere.
In the artist’s words:
Eric Chamberlain: “Windows Into Eternity” (series) is a stolen, perhaps forbidden, glimpse of the spiritual energy just beyond the veil of our physical reality.” This piece depicts energy from on high, the feelings evoking a reflection of what the viewer brings heart, mind and soul.
As an artist, I seek to show multiple figures, ideas, perspectives and layers at once, combing the physical and the spiritual. My goal as an artist is twofold: create an expressive personal outlet for the flow of energy and vision within me while evoking or stirring something in the viewer emotionally, psychologically, spiritually.
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