For now, some inspiring quotes and poetry and new (ish) works that I have not shared on here as yet....
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| "Luna" a private commission (2014) |
- Madeline L'Engle (found via Myth and Moor)
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| "Lyra and koti" (2013) |
"Green Children"
Dazed they were, and scared,
lying on the cold stones,
their arms and legs green.
Not the dark green of ivy,
not the yellow green of apples
ripe on the summer bough,
nor the deep green of the ocean
where it leans against its bed.
They were the green of leeks,
of the new-furled feather fern,
of the early leaf breaking soil.
When they opened their eyes,
their eyes were green, too,
and the little hairs on their arms
were inchworm green.
They spoke a green language
which the trees and flowers knew
but which we did not.
The boy died of a wasting,
the girl lived on,
eating broad beans,
forgetting her green tongue
growing whiter each day,
till she was christened
and married and all all white.
Not the white of milk
after the cream is skimmed off,
nor the white of October snow,
nor the white of a spring lily,
waxen and still,
nor the white of sea pearls
formed within the shell.
She was the white of the old moon
that shines over the hall. "
(by Jane Yolen - much loved and the idea of 'green children' has inspired many of the pieces below....)
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| "Wildling" (2014) |
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| "Strange Journey" (2014) |
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| "She spoke a green language" (2014) |
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| "In the greenwood when the world was young" (2014) |
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| "Fae" (2014) |
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| "The Green Child" (2013) |
"....when a bird cries out,
Or the wind sweeps through a tree,
Or a dog howls in a far off farm,
I hold still and listen for a long time.
My world turns and goes back to the place
Where, a thousand forgotten years ago,
The bird and the blowing wind
Were like me, and were my brothers.
My soul turns into a tree,
And an animal, and a cloud bank.
Then changed and odd it comes home
And asks me questions. What should I reply?"
-Hermann Hesse
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| work in progress...... |
