It is not until I move that you see me
high up in the tree.
My silken down, hidden through reddening leaves,
catches the light for a moment
as I move my beak to preen,
leaning back in the swaying branches
ruffled expansively by the breeze.
Every season peels back further entropy.
I raise my bright head and breathe in
the smell of sweet decay,
pungence peaty and worm filled
dense with the hum of apples
growing golden on the bough,
fruit and leaves preparing to let themselves go
to soft oblivion,
to be trodden to bare bone and born anew.
Diana Vishneva dancing The Firebird, in a scene where she is captured stealing golden apples, video via 1
Devore Velvet Fringed Dress: from Oxfam online years ago
Vintage (1930s?) Brown Patent Mary Jane Shoes: passed down from granny Kiki
Vintage 1930s Fur Cape: made by granny Kiki for her label Kiki Couture
Silver Earrings: passed down from granny Kiki
Pendant Worn As Headband: from a charity shop
Vintage 60s/70s Black Catsuit With Ostrich Feather Sequin Cuffs: passed down from granny Penny
Red Sequin Shoes: old from New Look
Red Feathers In Hair: from Ebay
Vintage 1930s Red Tapestry Coat: made by late granny Kiki for her label Kiki Couture
Red & White Floral Dress: from a charity shop
Suede Lace Up Boots: gift from Mr Eve from Aldo years ago
Red Cloche Hat: from a sale at Hats & Caps online
Igor Stravinsky: The Firebird
Inspiration for the theme of this post was taken loosely from the Russian folk tale The Firebird, as well as Diaghilev's gorgeous and ground breaking ballet first performed by the Ballets Russes in 1910.
Poem written by me for this post.
Photographs of Outfits 1 & 3 taken by me, self portraits using the timer on my little digital camera. Photographs of Outfit 2, with me perched precariously atop our wood pile, taken by my dear Mum.
I am delighted to be a part of the next Visible Monday, hosted by Patti from Not Dead Yet Style, click on the website link to see her outfit and those of many others.