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SUMMER POEM

   

   

SUMMER POEM

For an art journal challenge at The Lilypad. Elements from Etc. by Danyale, Little Butterfly Wings, and (mostly) Rebecca McMeen.

      

LOOK AT THE STARS

   

  

LOOK AT THE STARS

For an art journal challenge at The Lilypad. Elements from Dawn Inskip, Paula Kesselring, Little Butterfly Wings, and Lynne-Marie, all from the October Mixed Media Kit and add-ons.

   

 

   

FAMILY PORTRAIT

   

   

FAMILY PORTRAIT

For Take A Word: family album. Everything is from Rebecca McMeen.

   

   

HOME SWEET HOME

   

   

HOME SWEET HOME

For Digital Whisper: haunted house. Elements from Jen Maddocks and Rebecca McMeen.

   

   

EQUINOX

   

   

EQUINOX

For a not-Halloween challenge at The Lilypad. Made with Rebecca McMeen & Tangie Baxter’s kit: This Is Halloween.

   

   

NO WORDS

   

NO WORDS

For an art journal challenge at The Lilypad. Elements from Dawn Inskip, Little Butterfly Wings, and Lynne-Marie, all from the October Mixed Media Kit and add-ons. The font is American Typewriter.

   

   

ORANGE

   

   

ORANGE

For The Three Muses: orange. Elements from Graphics Fairy, Holliewood, Rucola Design, SherrieJD, Sissy Sparrows, Ann Sexton, itKuPiLLi, Lynn Grieveson, Rebecca McMeen, StudioQ, Tangie Baxter, and zgl (?).

      

TURQUOISE

   

   

TURQUOISE

For Take A Word: turquoise. The paper is from Dawn Inskp (Treasured); other elements from Rebecca McMeen (Lilian). The photo collage is mine.

   

   

#MeToo

   

   

#MeToo

“If all the women, and men, who have been sexually harassed or assaulted wrote "Me too." as a status, we might give people a sense of the magnitude of the problem.” And we are. And it does.

Elements from Just Jaimee, Little Butterfly Wings, and Lynne-Marie, all from Mixed Media Monthly kits (mostly October 2017) at The Lilypad.

  

   

Secrets

   

   

SECRETS

I think this is one of my best poems. Perhaps the best:

                            Secrets

Listen. I will tell you everything. The weather is turning.
Soon it will be time to unroll the Persian rugs and lay them
on the polished floors.

I will hold nothing back. I am brittle, like glass; like leaves
of a tree too long without water; a cocoon, untenanted,
exposed to the sun.

This morning I wore a jacket to walk the river path. Two crows,
in their black robes, pecked at the body of a thick green snake.
My mother was a northerner.

She carried me across thin ice. Many times I slipped beneath
the frozen water. I never knew my father. Tomatoes are laid
on the kitchen counter,

red bulbs on the maple wood. I prepare the knife: steel blade,
sharpening stone. I want to slice to the seedy centers without
bruising the skin.

I loved my father. He had perfect, beautiful hands. He kept
them manicured and clean. There are reasons you must not
touch me. My grandmother

lived with God in her garden. She fed me carrots and peas,
she put white lilies by my bed. I am telling you everything.
It is cold here.

Birch trees bend in their white sleeves, leaves hissing in the wind.
A blade of sun slants down, casting serrated shadows on the hard
ground. Are you listening?

Do you understand? The dog waits, and waits, at the door.
Yesterday, I dropped the Murano vase. It cannot be repaired.
I cut myself on sharp, thin air.

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Elements from Dawn Inskip, Lynne-Marie, and Little Butterfly Wings, all from the October Mixed Media Monthly kit and add-ons. The font is akaDora.