Seascape La Bohème Scarf

This is what I've been doing:

 it's completely made of yarn I spun myself. 

The lightest yarn is undyed corriedale that I received as a birthday present last month from a yarncrafting friend. 

The light blue is dyed BFL from FibroFibers. 

And the blue/green is from some BFL top dyed by Mountain Colors. 

 

 

 

I added semi-asymetrical wooden beads, which I think work quite well.  My knitting group say it looks very bohemian, and the colors reminded me of the ocean, so I shall christen it...

Seascape La Bohème Scarf

I Am

I Am

I am the cutting scent of cold water after

snowfall, falling with a silence so chill it

cracks mountain stones

I am the desolate cry of the unknown marsh

 bird, weeping my sorrow in the wild

wetlands marooned

I am the gnarled, twisty hands of bracken

that rise clutching at the edges of your

patchwork fields of wheat & corn & barley & rye

I am the little weed who cracks the

foundation of your very civilization and tells

of your coming destruction

For I will reclaim.

- Do you hear it? Do you hear the dust of all

your endeavor swirling in my wake?

But yes.

I am also the palette of the universe

contained in a single drop of dew with the

sunlight shining through it

I am the tumbling breeze that whistles

sweetly through the grasses & the leaves

I am the taste of frost-crisped apples,

splitting from streaked red skin to ivory

center with the teardrop seeds of future

forests

I am the summer-collected dandelion fluff

sticking to the warmth of your child's tiny

fist

 

Doctor Who Fan Art

I drew River Song last night and worked Gallifreyan symbols into the curls of her fabulous hair.  It's not my best portrait, but not my worst, and I'm kinda out of practice.  I'm thinking of touching it up on the computer because I need practice using my wacom plug in tablet and my computer drawing software.  If it turns out, I'll post it :)

The 100 Day 500 Word Count Challenge

I've started a summer challenge for myself in order not only to encourage the practice of creative writing, but also with the goal of having a completed book by the time I start my final semester at UNC.  Counting from the 15th of this month, if I write at least 500 words a day, I'll end up with a 50,000 word novel by the time I go back to school.  I thought about doing 1,000 words for 50 days instead, so that I'd have more time to edit and revise, but... baby steps.  Anyway, here is the first sentence of my work in progress:

The sun rose on the city of Spierglass, and spilled down from the Sky God’s temple at the top of the mount, down to the courts of the palaces and then further, across the inns and markets and slums of the lower city, where stone gave way and the courtyards were made of beaten dirt. 

The Whole is Greater than the Sum of its Parts

The Whole is Greater than the Sum of its Parts

Two stands of ornamental grass

Dried and rattling

Thin, hollow, like tiny bird bones,

Sit at the north- and southwest corners

Gray decaying lavender, like a beached whale,

Quietly dies in the southwest corner

Its once blue-green leaves balding

To show the gnarled, leafless interior

Opposite sits an octopus rosemary,

Splayed and raunchy, the evergreen fronds,

The old growth, ready to spiral out green tissue

As soon as the shearer’s back is turned

Purple-blue blossoms browning,

Seeds dropping rosemary’s babies

Spider-made sails once stretched between the branches

Now even rags and tatters gone

Quince buds untwist into leaves and flowers

Variegated pink and white

Tapered, aristocratic thorns stand sentry

But snap at barest pressure

 

Christmas-day planted garlic

Reaches with narrow green fingers

Through near frozen soil

In that sunny spot beneath the bird feeder

In the center, beside the tiny three by three

Textured cement paver courtyard

The branches of the weeping willow

Make shepherd crooks for the birds to loiter

Mint, damned mint

Crowds along the west border

Through the grasses, under the quince

And tickles the corpse of lavender

I will have mint until the day I die

And when I’m buried, I will have

“She should have put down a root barrier”

Engraved on my headstone