I got another tattoo over the weekend. Like my other inks, it is petite and simple in drawing, but full and rich in meaning. It is my artistic take on the viking ‘kano’ rune, which symbolizes fire, or a torch. It sits on my right wrist as a reminder as I turn corners in my life and travel down new roads, that I light my way and create my own destiny. When times are dark, I simply need to light a torch.
I wrote the following poem about it the other night:
The rhythmic heartbeat of Southern Gothic
keeps time to my solitude and pajama imaginations.
A ukulele sits at my feet anticipating strums and catchy pop tunes.
Cooper curls in the folds of down-
six weeks of anxiety stitched across his forever sleeping eye.
I sit wrapped in flannel of black and red meant for
starry nights and campfires; adventure and new roads.
I run my fingers along the fresh raised scabs
of newly etched black lines.
A torch need only be lit in order to light the way