We had a sweet valentines day. I came home to beautiful winter white roses (to match the newly fallen snow).
Quiet corners.
Twilight, after the huge storm, beautiful.
Lace
Sewn of thread and absence,
lace belongs at the hem of a garment,
pinned to a collar, near the face,
or clinging to a tabletop amongst teacups.
Like frost, lace paints a pattern
on edges and surfaces. In lace, fine line
and space loop around one another.
It is true that skin under lace appears more
visible, that veils and drapes of lace
let in light, and yes, pull a viewer’s eye.
An ivory web of flowers does what?
Embellishes. Decorates. Even as it claims
to cover, to conceal, lace invites air
and sun and gazes. Place this
punctured shield wherever there is longing,
delicacy: table, skin, bed, window.
Poem by Hannah Stephenson from the Storialist.
Hannah writes poems inspired by found images. This poem was inspired by my painting, “We Come From a Delicate Place”
A snippet:
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Gorgeous photos, Sarah. Love the beautiful white roses. I’m happy to hear that you had a nice Valentine’s Day. And thanks for posting the poetry by Hannah – it’s beautiful!
Theresa
I was so happy when I heard from her, what a treat. I just love her poetry. Happy valentines to you Theresa!
Oh you are right ! Lace inspired us this winter day, indeed !
And this painting of yours is one of my favourites …
Hugs & Kisses,
Kittens & Mittens,
x x x
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