Showing posts with label tattoos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tattoos. Show all posts

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Inked


Bows and arrows rise
in blue-painted memory,
whisper secrets in a language
that no longer exists.

I am compelled to tattoo
Pictish letters on my skin,
preserve the modern heir
of a distant arsenal.

Midnight ink voices
another century,
another continent;
marks my rite of passage.

It tells the story of us:
connections and parallels
in endless equinox
a barcode to identify me as yours.



tk/March 2014




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Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Tatt, or not?


I saw a great series of celebrity photos and quotes in Vanity Fair by
Bulgari in support of "Save the Children". This one of the lovely Lena
Headey and her tattoo caught my eye. (I loved her in The Remains
of the Day, Onegin and Possession, by the way.) Now, don't get me
wrong, normally, I don't particularly care much for tattoos, but
Headey's was subtle, even elegant. Most tattoos, in my opinion, are
not in the elegant category, no matter on whose young, elegant skin
they happen to be etched. Take for instance Angelina Jolie's. I think
they are just plain ugly, especially when paired with exquisite
evening wear.

My kids went through a phase back in high school when they were
dying for tattoos. I wasn't so keen on the idea and made them wait,
thinking they would outgrow the obsession. But, both my daughter
and youngest son got tattoos their freshman year in college. My
daughter actually designed her own personal symbol, a very creative
thing to do, I must admit, and my son had a beautiful rendering of
our family crest tattooed on his upper arm. Well, what can I say?
As far as tattoos go, they both chose very tasteful ones. Thank God,
they didn't come home covered from head to toe with them. But,
fifteen years from now, I'm sure there will be a huge market for
tattoo removal, don't you think?