There was a challenge on tumblr to make a poem about this print. This is my entry.
The Blue Skull
In the mud
of a hollow well, my bones
in the darkness of the day
Black bugs crawl
through the digits of my toes
in the place where flesh once lay
dampened by the morning dew
through the socket of my eye
shadowed with a light of blue
reflecting the open sky
You are earth
moss-wrapped logs your arms and legs.
from your lung’s hollow caves rise
dimly glimpsed through vaults of bone
sparkling high across the skies
the heart cavern of your chest
and falling with every breath
is the skin that forms your breast
counts the moments til your death.