Words by Khaetidawne and Brendan Quirk.
The photo was taken in September of 2020. This print was made in March, 2021 on 8” x 10” paper.
See the first post below for the text for this image.
This was when we realized we were walking back down
We knew the Fae were with us - had shown us around
That we’d learned the stories of the ancient Faerie King.
How he’d been forced to become Rock Face and for eons he’d bring
Messages and wisdom and strength to travelers wise
Who were Seekers and Philosophers and saw through his disguise.
They conversed with him plainly o’er many years
They spoke of legends and laws and Seekers and Seers
Of the things that made the world grand and great
And of men and of women, and of their fate.
We came to a river where rocks had rolled during floods
Crashed down in rockslides; trees tumbled through woods
Making beautiful places for humans to be
Places to care for forever - for Humanity.
Rock Face sat on the right with his eyebrows cast down,
He said, “You know, I think I am going to sing for you now...”
The Queen asked, “What song, dear?” Rock Face just smiled,
“Perhaps a love ballad, sweet and so mild.”