Snake in a Ribcage

Last week I´ve read one absolutely amazing piece of poetry by Moony that made my head spinning with images. So I asked her if I might draw something in relation to her beautiful poem “The Future” and luckily she said that it would be her pleasure:)

It took me quite a while as I had to check out the specific details of a ribcage…;)

So here it comes, but first her lovely poem!

 

The Future

 

I try not to think of the future too much these days,
It gets too much to bear if I do;
It wakes the serpent lodged inside,
And wraps it around my rib cage so tightly,
Weaving in and out of ribs so lovingly,
I cannot breathe,
I cannot scream,
I can only sit
With teary eyes
As the snake gnaws at my heart with its poisonous mouth,
And try to imagine what it’ll be like,
When you finally leave,
When our time is over,
Will the serpent devour my heart,
Like did Ammut, a sinner’s,
Heavier than the feather of Ma’at?
Will my soul be cast off into darkness forever,
I must know
For there is no doubt, my dear
That when you leave I shall cease to exist.

 

 

Snake in a Ribcage