Ashley Burch

Magnus

Bottomless Stygian eyes pierce me where I stand barefoot on the grass. Fixated. Intent; never wavering in their appraisal of my next move. I hear skittering to my right but I dare not lose my focus from the figure before me. My peripheral grants a visual of figures colliding on a perch. Peering down at us, conveying excited energy as two more sets of eyes become spectators, separate from us by glass. One, the palest blue, curiously light I can almost see lilac around the iris. The second penetrating green, bryopsida moss and amber create a forced spectral glow. All three gazes are animated, bodies shifting weight, joints hinging with fluidity, flexing their claws in their stance.