Dip a sharpened quill into the bluest ink of time and link it when then drink it now. Draw forth the weather’s breath through walls Nasrid built and exhale princes, all, are bid adieu measured now for red yellow red. Abdicate the past, passed caliphate and amir, proclaim an indigo crown to roost and rule…
Mother of Walls
A history book of graffiti You are a Mother of brick Divided you stand between Separating time from love Place from exodus Torn and crumbling Beauty and hate Your skin reveals Skeleton and heart.” For me, the wall says it all and well represents the theme of this week’s Photo Challenge, “Transmogrify.” But there are…