Saturday, February 27, 2010

Shadow Shot Sunday... Folly...

Align CenterHave I mentioned
I love my work
I shop every day
my quest for the prize
is unquenchable
my thirst for trophies
undeniable
my love of old
remarkable
as I long for the
cherished possessions
of a lady past

her bead work
her sewing
her hair remembrances
all twisted and braided
charms for a lover
to hold near a heart
a craft of
an era past

parlor chairs
threadbare
from years
of ancestry
winding their tales
of travel
to captive audiences
all in a row
I'm not a sack of potatoes
Uncle Frank
I squeal
hanging over
the shoulder
of the elder's folly

China
with fine floral trims
the chips don't tell lies
dish towels
and rough hands
polished and pampered
porcelain pretties
shattered teacups
and cracked platters
and Grandmother
may I eat my pudding
from the
butter pat dish
oh please

I long to feel
the old burgundy mohair
pricking my cheek
as I lay on the
old settee
feeling
the bars of sunlight
caressing
my sleepy eyes

I'm at Grandma's house
shhhhh
do not disturb
the princess
dreams


s.wilson
I can't believe it's SSS already, wasn't it just yesterday, but that means Spring is moving in...however it's a little bittersweet, as Fall and Winter are creeping ever so close to Australia...sorry Tracie, but at least you don't have to deal with the snow!