I'm inspired by so many things.
Things that take hold of me and give flight to ideas...sometimes they fly, sometimes they float.
Sometimes they never leave the ground.
But...
I am always inspired.
By poetry...
By visual art...
By food...
Recipes...
Music...
Gardens...
Clouds...
Light and shadow...
And a million other things.
I often think of lines to begin a poem...or the title of a song...the name of a film... the opening line of a great novel...the title of a painting.
So here in a new feature, I will offer up these lines...
For you...
To beg, steal or borrow.
To take, create and make.
Do what you will with them.
Relate to them.
Make up a dream with them.
Most of all have fun. They are free for the taking.
Embers to fan the flames.
#1:
'She carried in her pocket, a tin full of old moth wings.
Collected most delicately.
Knowing that, one week in August, the Alder groves were full of them.'
1 comment:
oh that tin of moth wings...is filled with a daughter's patience. what it takes to collect each wing, what it takes to run through the forest, tin in pocket, song in hand.
your post helped me find my appetite again. (and i am not talking about just food.)
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