red ibis red

Over in the vase the red tulips reach up still closed still listening still oval. Not silk not velvet not mouths not moths. Petals a cool wet-dry, petals inborn and inevitable. An opening latent and possible. An opening invisible, meant, and creeping inarticulately crouched. Thresholds and prefaces red as blood, red as Mars, red as foxes, red as dawn.

[red-ibis-red]

—Andrea Gibson, Pansy

[20thcenturystarlet]

Alice in Wonderland, 1933

[zyzscribbles]

Important question

[red-ibis-red]

—Andrea Gibson, “Elbows”, Pansy

[red-ibis-red]

—Andrea Gibson, “Elbows”, Pansy

[red-ibis-red]

—Andrea Gibson, Pansy

[ceekbee]

[red-ibis-red]

On the threshold were two spry little creatures, each no taller than Nagg's elbow and jostling for better position in front of the other. They held in their hands, offered to him for inspection, imperfectly round fruits coloured red deep enough to stain the soul.

—Oliver Darkshire, Isabella Nagg and the Pot of Basil

[red-ibis-red]

—Ali Smith, Gliff

[sparrowlucero]

more little tea kettle dragons

available on my kofi as adoptables

[red-ibis-red]

Why are you such a walking question mark? she said to me. You even walk like a question mark would walk if it was a person.

—Ali Smith, Gliff

[loveletters2myself]

mentally here

[anitanh]

[withdreamsofhereafter]

Orchids

[red-ibis-red]

—Ali Smith, Gliff

[red-ibis-red]

We don't know what we're going to do, or how. But we're going to do it.

—Ali Smith, Gliff

[red-ibis-red]

Her voice was a shock, the sound so young coming out of the elderly figure she seemed to be. It was like everything you thought you knew could be rewritten.

Like learning that time can sing and that it's old and young, I'd whispered.

—Ali Smith, Gliff