The Poetry of Creating

These pieces I created this weekend in preparation for ARTS Night in October, all inspired by poetry of the season.

{Midnight in the Garden}

Dark peacock freshwater pearls, Bead Trust

Grey opal Swarovski bicones

Golden silver seed beads, Fire Mountain Gems

Sterling silver spacers, AM Silver

Amethyst box clasp, A Grain of Sand

Branch wafer bead focal, Humblebeads

A black cat among roses,

Phlox, lilac-misted under a first-quarter moon,

The sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock.

The garden is very still,

It is dazed with moonlight,

Contented with perfume,

Dreaming the opium dreams of its folded poppies.

~Amy Lowell, The Garden by Moonlight

{The Only Bird in Town}

Handmade galvanized steel wire nest with lilac pearls

Brass branch, Vintaj

Matte lilac seed beads

Olivine Swarovski bicones, FusionBeads

Brass leaf charms

Copper curb chain and toggle clasp

Aquamarine tumbled nuggets

Purple branch 6 hole spacer, Humblebeads

Lampworked glass bead, Pretty Babies Glass

Birds are flyin' south for winter.
Here's the Weird-Bird headin' north,
Wings a-flappin', beak a-chatterin',
Cold head bobbin' back 'n' forth.
He says, "It's not that I like ice
Or freezin' winds and snowy ground.
It's just sometimes it's kind of nice
To be the only bird in town.

~Shel Silverstein

{Autumn Bonfires}

Copper enameled focal pendant, Michael's

Copper lined faceted rounds

Mookaite chips, Michael's

Copper chain, Michael's

In the other gardens

And all up the vale,

From the autumn bonfires

See the smoke trail!

Pleasant summer over

And all the summer flowers,

The red fire blazes,

the grey smoke towers.

Sing a song of seasons!

Something bright in all,

Flowers in the summer

Fires in the fall!

~Robert Louis Stevenson

{Autumnal Sun}

Copper chain

Copper ring

Dream ring, Vintaj

Wooden wafers

24 gauge wire, Vintaj

Textured copper discs

I am the autumnal sun,

With autumn gales my race is run;

When will the hazel put forth its flowers,

Or the grape ripen under my bowers?

When will the harvest or the hunter's moon

Turn my midnight into mid-noon?

I am all sere and yellow,

And to my core mellow.

The mast is dropping within my woods,

The winter is lurking within my moods,

And the rustling of the withered leaf

Is the constant music of my grief.

~Henry David Thoreau

Enjoy the day!