Originally posted by Drusin
sisters actually |
Sisters-in-arms sound good too
This picture is called "Samodivi", by Plamen Stoev, a Bulgarian artist
Samodivi are magical women with aethereal bodies who live in the dark forests of Stara Planina /Old Mountain, or as better known with it's Turkish name 'the Balkan/. They protect the waters and command them, and one can see them at night, dancing away with the time
Dancing through the time and space
While the rest of human race
Sleeps in their big soft beds
Dancing - dancing - fire-led
Sparkling water, dancing dance
and behind their closed eyes
One can see the time does pass...
In a minute - years goes
In an hour - century slows
They command the time in theirs
Wild long curls, and it is theirs -
Moiras are their mothers called -
Samodivas - know them all -
They were given by the Fates
Gift that no one dares to test -
Mistresses of forests dark,
They spin leaves and heal tree bark
And to every forest creature
They apply one dose of each of -
Touch of feather, for body-lightness,
Bite of apple - for long lives is,
Twig of willow - grace to all -
In the body and the soul,
An caress for every Bug,
And a kiss for every Slug,
And a hug for every Deer,
Soft caress for all that're near -
Samodivas - Sisters Wild,
Sisters Tender to every child
Of Mother-Nature, and to all
That are subject to mortal thrall.
But to humans that seek to harm them,
They are cunning to abandon -
In the dance they are seducing,
In a trance they are confusing,
So a man who wants a piece
Find himself into their midst -
In the middle of the dance,
In the eye of stormy trance,
Round him soft bodies glow
Like clouds changing their goal -
Graceful feet the soil just touch -
Gut the speed - it goes too much -
They are dancing in a circle,
They are sliding, merging, soothful
Hands the air touch and kiss -
And the man is all amiss -
He doesn't know where to look -
He tries to keep up his tired foot -
To exhaustion he spins himself -
Terror comes to him - and end...
And the Samodivas dance
In their so eternal trance
Whirling, hopping, sliding, gliding -
Air spins and water rising -
Life and Death the dance is called...
They are the ones to know it all -
Dancing - through the Time and Space
Their endless graceful Race.
DQ
Edited by Don Quixote - 15-Feb-2012 at 22:51