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Last update 4/16/2010

Michigan Witches Ball 2010

I am very excited to be a sponsor for this great event! To find out more about one of Michigan's best parties, click the link above.


All sales are now being handled through my Etsy shop: www.splendidfish.etsy.com
Click on the link above to see what is currently available.
Don't worry, friends, it's still me behind the scenes!


I've added a new section called

Gods, Heroes, and a Couple of Regular Guys:
Corbin's Tall Tales

When I create a new piece
of design work, it often happens that they come, much like a baby with a silver spoon in it's mouth, bearing a story. Unfortunately, when I sell a piece, the story is sometimes lost with it. I've decided to collect these stories into a section all
their own, for your enjoyment.

Enjoy them!


Don't forget to click on the BLUE WORDS anywhere on this site to enter
new worlds of mythic imagination.

The Collected Works of Pierre Chatmondeaux


Copyright 2010 - B. de Corbin and Splendid Fish Studio

Learn This First

Yggdrasil the world tree bind
Three worlds tight together -
The world above,
The world below
And this one in the middle.

Learn this first, you who seek
To climb into the branches;
Before you rise, you must fall
And mingle with the soil.

Old Crow and Bones

Old Crow stood by the side of the road
Picking at some bones,
Bones got up and looked at him,
And told him of the world -

"There is a tree not far from here
The trunk stands straight and bold,
Roots are buried in the rocks
And Branches hold the sky.

"We are born beneath those leaves,
Eat what falls and die,
We rest among the twisted roots
We water with our blood.

"All around the world tree
We dance and sing and spin,
And when our dance is ended
We are gathered in.

"Life goes on and then it stops,
Starts and stops again,
What was used is used again,
Again, again, and again."

Old Bones stood by the side of the road
Singing to a Crow,
Bones laid down and went to sleep -
Crow scratched dirt.

Night Shadow

A one-eyed man
With crow in tow
Escorted dead men
From the gallows tree.
They follow at a quiet pace
Like shadows on
a wall at night.

And no one makes a single sound
Not dead men or their escort,
But sometimes the flapping wing
Of a crow is heard.

Where the dead go I don't know,
Nor where the half blind leader leads,
But they follow without question
Like the shadow
Of the Crow.

Disturbing Voices

There is no secret so complete
That roadside crows won't speak it,
Barking comments to the world
In odd
Disturbing voices.

Listen
As you drive by
Disrupting feasting culvert birds,
Who oogle you before they fly
their eyes like onyx
Piercing.

Try to capture, if you can,
The glinting arrow eye's assault,
And listen as it speaks to you,
The secret
Known to crows.

Crow's Song

I am Crow;
Black stain circles
In blue sky,
A rip that opens into space -
A tear in the light
That lets the stars in.

In floating spirals I drift
Describing arcs and bends,
The black pointed pen
Clamped to God's compass,
Rotating, scribing illegible lines
Of obscure hieroglyphs.

Listen! I will speak
A single harsh word
In my rough voice, and it
Will echo in the empty sky.

When you hear my voice,
Whose voice do you hear?