Upon midnight blue
twinkling visions flit and flirt
laurel, myrtle, azure, and sky
as I, of orbs that never close,
recline beneath leafy canopy.
Watch as Strawberry Moon
reaches through slatted sanctuary
smoothing eventide's blanket
about my velveteen.
Tomorrow, my creator
will climb aloft and hold me close,
as whisper, I, celestial secrets in her ear.
I'll watch as tingling radiance
travels lengthy fingertips,
saturating canvas with magic.
by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, June 26, 2012
I have linked up with dVerse Poets Pub. - Open Link Night. Easily over 150 poets will be participating... check it out!
My daughter (below) with the doll she created for her junior high school class at UNC School of the Arts. It is all hand stitched. She has a doll "baby" she has loved since she was one year old. It is, well, something that should probably be burned, but she protects the well-loved doll with her life (believe me, at one time I tried to purge my house of it). This doll was to reflect her in some way, as well as the "container". It is a tree house. She could just as well have put the doll in a swing as that is the other thing she adored as a child (and still does). The moon and stars have always fascinated her.
and with "baby"...
Oh, my daughter also loves crowns and Paris ;)