A young Faery, holding a flowering branch. She's a tiny creature, perched on faux twigs, who would stand perhaps 5 and 1/2 inches in her stocking feet. If she had stockings. More images before long. (She'll be flying the eBay faery realm
tonight or tomorrow.)
P.S. A possible change of plans: she may not fly as far as eBay, having perhaps found herself a home already, fortunate little creature. We shall see.
Several small beings are pending... so, something really new soon! My apologies for sorely neglecting my blog,
faithful Friends. Thank you for continuing to visit. My goal is to spend some real time here, regularly, but I am still in the midst of storm, as it were. But we shall prevail, and see wonders yet!
I plan to return to the 'Trumpet Flower' theme soon... A good one for Spring.
Another Faery in waiting...
Miniature Harpy, black and translucent/white mixed Kato Polyclay,
THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS
I WENT out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
~William Butler Yeats