#winged messenger

[stone-cold-groove]

Vintage FTD Bonded Member logo (Florists’ Telegraph Delivery) - 1931.

[mythologypaintings]

Venus and Mercury

Artist: Bartholomeus Spranger (Flemish, 1546-1611)

Date: c. 1595-1597

Medium: Oil paint on canvas

Collection: Kunsthistorisches Museum Vienna, Austria

[aurelion-solar]

Legends of Runeterra - The Darkin Saga: World Ender Mihira, Aspect of Justice - Divine Clerk - Seraphic Wyvern - Lawkeeper - Winged Messenger

[betweenthetimeandsound]

Winged Victory

--inspired by "winged messenger" prompt from @versesforthedew's NaNoWriMo

How many generations made you special beyond belief-- an ivory-tinged guardian of victory, who glances at the masses without a head to bear? You lost your laurels when the branches burned across the islands; the smoke attached to your wings weighed you down until you're amongst us, the place where savagery wins.

The crown lays on the marble floor--shattered. Everyone picked out its jewels to barter for bread and to spare some for a little bit of milk. You no longer thirst for a single drop of water, but champagne grapes dried up into raisins in which the crows feed themselves and we scavenge.

Do you have the keys to damn this Pyrrhic victory: the desire to burn too quickly, and to not allow another star to take our place? Could you shed the iron surrounding your body, rusting in the air, yet clinging onto its strength to keep your delicate form?

You were once a human with a desire buried in your armor-- one which not even time could smother through its frigid hands and frosty breath. You feel nothing when the survivors touch you, grazing at where the sculptor melded marble and asked for you to return to your liberated state.

Dawn comes in a scarlet red glow. Come now, for the olive branches ignite and embers follow. --Elda Mengisto

[epica-fantasia-ilustrada]

[mermaid-riot]

Travel Prayer for Hermes

Oh Ερμής

Winged messenger of the heavens.

As I prepare to embark on this journey I pray to you.

I pray for your gracious wings to carry me safely through the long journey and to my destination.

I pray for my fears and worries to be dispelled before you.

I know that no matter where I roam, be I on the ground, in the sky, or at sea, you will be there.

I know that you will fly alongside me.

And for the safe travel, I owe you my devotion.

Praise be unto you, Ερμής

[mermaid-riot]

Where My Gods Are

Some people ask where my gods are. In a world of eyes, one would think that seeing is the ultimatum. The eyes are the judge, the pupils are the jury, and the mind the executioner. Some challenge where my gods are. With the impenetrable brick wall of the human eye and man-made stubbornness, They believe they can erase my gods in front of my own eyes. To them, I point where my gods are. My lady ´Αφροδίτη lies coyly in the rose bush behind them. Her beauty being stroked by gentle breeze. A song that sings to weary hearts. I point to the sky, where my gods are. The winged Ερμής soars in every cloud, bringing godly messages that we could never dream of interpreting. He inspires those who move with haste. I sing a song about where my gods are. A poem that flows with every note the way Απόλλων made it so. His heavenly gifts inspiring the minds of mankind to creative euphorias. All these things are where my gods are. They sing, dance, love, laugh, cry, and live right before our senses. A nothingness for those not sensing but a heavenly blessing for us that do.

[themuseumwithoutwalls]

MWW Artwork of the Day (9/16/17) Moche Culture (Peruvian, 100-800 CE) Earflare, Winged Messenger (3rd-7th c. CE) Gold, turquoise, sodalite, shell ornament, 8 cm. in diameter The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York (Gift of Alice K. Bache)

Large circular ear ornaments were popular personal adornments of prominent ancient Peruvian lords and a symbol of their status and wealth. The weight of the frontal, which could reach widths of more than four inches, was counterbalanced by a long tubular shaft that went through the distended hole in the earlobe. Particularly impressive are those earflares with colorful mosaics. On this pair, bird-headed (or masked) winged runners, worked in turquoise, sodalite, and spondylus shell, hold bags in their outstretched hands. Their eyes and beaks are sheathed in gold. They may be depictions of mythological messengers.

(from the MMA catalog)

For more Andean art, see this MWW Special Collection: * Non-Western Sculpture & Architecture