Here is a poem I wrote for a contest around The Book of Kells.
Luke the Ox
The whole sea rushes through my body,
filling me from my legs, to my torso, to my neck.
My head is filled with fluffed, but foggy, clouds.
They make me want to sleep, but I force my eye open,
lest I lose sight of the ring of holy fire about me.
My four wings entangle themselves,
grounding me to this earth, this world, this pose.
The elements that make my being also bind it
to this image, this page, this realm.
(Prompt by a Book of Kells contest but encouraged by Emily Kleeman)
The four evangelists (detail, St. Luke as the ox). The Book of Kells. Trinity College, Dublin. ca. 800 AD. Image sourced here.
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