felted sculpture by Marjolein Dallinga for bloomfelt.com

Fireflies

fireflies….

Long after the firefly had gone its trail of light kept moving across my cornea.
Its faint flicker kept dancing through the darkness of my closed eyes like a lost soul.
I raised my hand to touch the dark. But my fingers felt nothing. The little light stayed
its course just out of reach

translation from Dutch by Luc Matter from the novel » Norwegian woods »

Bloom

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