Yes, the evening has been spent focused on an ornament.
I fear that what I have to say
Is predictable or cliche,
But those we find to be most wild
May well hide a frightened child.
Once you figure out where you want to be,
following the legend is key.
Once planted, the distrust grew, heart and mind overgrown like kudzu.
For the imposition of the ashes we kneel, pray for peace, and hope to heal.
Though his friends say it’s too frou-frou, the dragon loves his girl tattoo.
Tonight no sighs or tales of woe, it’s quiet in the falling snow.
The pattern is there, just follow with care.
Okay, so here’s the thing, not sure why she must swing…
Fen on Bluff Mountain
Nature’s balance seems so frail
Yet in drought… a bloom.
As I got ready to start my second week of Inktober I realized I was missing color. Last night I bought myself a pack of colored felt-tip pens, so I could continue just using ink, but with some bright hues thrown in. The new pens feel lovely in my hand, but I was not thrilled with how they blend. This evening when I got home from work I found some old highlighters and markers and used them to help finish the piece. I am pleased the end result but I am also bewildered by it. Everything about the style and the mood of the piece feels foreign to me somehow. It seems like someone else’s drawing, and no, not just because it does not have any blue. 😉