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A Map of My Existence

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I am happy to announce that my first poetry collection has been published! Ten years of poems, finally out in the world! It’s all quite personal, and I hesitated to include some of the poems, but in the end, they all belong on the map of my existence.

The book was just released, and I would really love for you all to order a copy and let me know what you think! Just click on the cover to order.

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Reading of From the Beehive

Reading of The Albatross

Lionsteeth

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Lionsteeth by Elle Wonders

Acrylic. Canvas panel. 8×10.

 

©Elle Wonders 2017

The Middlemost Winter

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The Middlemost Winter by Elle Wonders

 

Acrylic. Canvas panel. 11×14.

 

©Elle Wonders 2017

Wrath of Saint Flannon

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Wrath of Saint Flannon by Elle Wonders

Acrylic. Stretched canvas. 11×14.

©Elle Wonders 2017

Blink

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Blink by Elle Wonders

Acrylic. Canvas panel. 12×12.

 

©Elle Wonders 2017

The Midlands

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The Midlands by Elle Wonders

Acrylic. Canvas panel. 11×14.

©Elle Wonders 2017

 

The Kelpie of River Spey

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The Kelpie of River Speyer by Elle Wonders

Acrylic. Canvas panel. 11×14.

 

©Elle Wonders 2017

Many Moons Ago

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Many Moons Ago by Elle Wonders

Acrylic. Gallery wrapped canvas. 18×24

 

©Elle Wonders 2017

Après la Danse

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Après la Danse by Elle Wonders

Acrylic. Canvas panel. 16×20

 

©Elle Wonders 2017

 

A Dot Without Memory

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A Dot Without Memory by Elle Wonders

 

Acrylic. Canvas panel. 16×20

©Elle Wonders 2017

This Is Only A Test

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This Is Only A Test by Elle Wonder

Acrylic. Canvas panel. 11×14.

©Elle Wonders 2017

Radiohead

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Radiohead by Elle Wonders

Acrylic. Canvas panel. 11×14.

 

©Elle Wonders 2017

The Timekeeper

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The Timekeeper by Elle Wonders

Acrylic. Canvas panel. 11×14.

 

©Elle Wonders 2017

Hollow Tree at Lanhydrock

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Photo by Peter Levers

When I think of little hollows, I think of a hollow in a tree or in a thicket of brush. I think of the slight concave area just above a hip or collar bone. The dip at the top of a man’s shoulder or the soft depression at the top of a woman’s inner thigh. But I also think of the hollow places we all have inside us that most will never see. Those small voids that become full when we experience extraordinary love and connection. These are the hollows that draw us in and make us seek ways to fit together.

This stunning photo by photographer Peter Levers captures the mood of my novel incredibly well.

Ode to a Corbie

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Photo of E. Wonders by E. Andreas  –  Artwork by HenriAltersLife

 

Ode to a Corbie

 

Swift an’ black, wi’ feaithers sleek

He looms atop th’ branches.

Wi’ time, an’ tide, an’ moors sae bleak

His battered sool, entrances.

 

Mirk ushers in, oan corbie wings

Deid silence. Ah wait an’ listen.

Fur th’ lest c-r-r-r-ruuuck! tae me, he sings

Passion stirs, an’ mah een, they glisten.

 

A yearnin’ quaver, rises up frae th’ glens

Roosed by his calls, his tooch, an’ his need.

Frae his swellin’ soonds, a’m oan edge, he kens

Fur his keen, whetted glances, Ah heed.

 

When love’s een close, nae glancin’ back

Yit charms an’ spells sometimes daur.

With his unearthly grasp, Ah shaa ne’er lack

Each other’s longings an’ vices, we baur.

 

Th’ sharp, duple pitch, shaa ne’er be far

Fur oor wayward ambition, lies a nether.

Mooths against skin, mak’ e’erlastin’ scars

Stronger than time, is oor tether.

Tho ne’er was he, a raven pure an’ reit,

Forever blows th’ win’ thru mah bones.

A new wicked yearnin’ micht willin’ tak’ flight

Upon th’ day, his black heart, atones.

 

© Elle Wonders – 2016

 


 

Ode to a Corbie (English Translation)

 

Swift and black, with feathers sleek

He looms, atop the branches.

With time, and tide, and moors so bleak

His battered soul, entrances.

 

The dark ushers in, on corbie wings

Dead silence. I await, and listen.

For the last C-r-r-r-ruuuck! to me, he sings

Passion stirs, and my eyes, they glisten.

 

A yearning quaver, rises up from the glens

Roused by his calls, his touch, and his need.

From his swelling sounds, I’m on edge, he kens

For his keen, whetted glances, I heed.

 

When love’s eyes close, no glancing back

Yet charms, and spells, sometimes dare.

With his unearthly grasp, I shall never lack

Each other’s longings, and vices, we bare.

 

The sharp, duple pitch, shall never be far

For our wayward ambition, lies a nether.

Mouths against skin, make everlasting scars

Stronger than time, is our tether.

 
Though never was he, a raven pure and right

Forever blows, the wind thru my bones.

A new wicked yearning, might willing take flight

Upon the day, his black heart, atones.

 

© Elle Wonders – 2016

 

 

Visual Stories

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Artwork by HenriAltersLife

 

The Weight of Want

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Photo of Elle Wonders by E. Andreas  –  Artwork by HenriAltersLife

 

“He draws a pastèque bath in a large wooden tub, and they sit nestled in bunches of melon, crushed under the weight of want.”

– E. Wonders, The Dirty Little Shrine

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Photo of Elle Wonders by E. Andreas   –   Artwork by HenriAltersLife

It came in rushes, then slowed – that longing for a place that wasn’t enough. Her skin glowed around his shadow, and with her ear to his heart, she let it pulse.

– Elle Wonders, Pour Mon Bzou

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