Into The Woods
(c) Singleton 2011
"They wandered deeper and deeper
into the dampened woods.
She sang to herself
and left little peace~love messages
scribbled with broken sticks
in the wet dirt....
Breadcrumbs...
He cautioned her to be careful,
to watch out for spiders
and snakes
and
quick sand...
She danced in the cobwebs,
wore silver shawls with rhinestone buttons glistening,
alive with legs , crawling
up
and
down.
She filled her pockets with
the empty houses of long~gone snails,
and her imagination
with their stories...
And she laughed at his fears....."
Much later, as rumors and folklore would have it, he wandered there again, and thick in the Forest, he heard her laughter, windchimes clinking, tinking in the breeze. And he saw things...the way he had never before. Sometimes broken sticks are magic wands, after all....
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Into the Woods, Singleton Hippie Art
Labels:
dragonfly,
forest,
full moon,
hippie,
mushrooms,
psychedelic,
singleton hippie art,
woodland faerie
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8 comments:
So much to see, bits and pieces for us to admire...all of it beautiful and full of color...lovely.
Sing,
FABULOUS!!!! Definitely one of my favorites so far!!! I love the subject matter and I love the words you've written. It makes me want to go into the woods and look for tiny magic wands.
You are SO good!!!
♥ audrey
kathy...thank you, hugely! It was just like that, the day on the river:)
audrey...
there's magic there...And LOL, one day I'll blab on and on about the alligators and the cypress stumps..and the moment I knew what I know (And you would know just what I mean!)
Much Peace friends...
And Magic wands..
they're everywhere!
Hi
Sing:
Had to come by to say hi and look around your "hippie" blog : )
I am glad I met you and hope to see lots more of your works in progress. Still love your tattooed girls.
Peace
Carole
Carol! You're a doll! Yes, it was such a pleasure, friend, so tickled to have met you:)
a broken stick as mighty
as a goose feather pen
and the whole earth
all of the sand
and dirt and mud
becomes
whatever
my broken stick pen
says it is
just keep laughing
and the technicolor
is alive
Eric! Ahhhh, my friend....
And
on the dirty floors
of this,
the crooked, rambling,
breadcrumb trail,
I etch graffiti in the earth...
Letters to a penpal...
I like her; and your wonderful artistic expressions.
Your gentle words are relaxing to read.
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