Gardening with Skeleton Women
When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
I all alone beweep my outcaste state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries…..
but hark
I work in my garden, meditating as I turn the earth.
What must I let die in order to generate life?
What do I know should die but am hesitant to allow to do so?
What must die in me in order for me to thrive?
What is ugly that I fear that has treasure within?
and then I scorn to change my state with Kings’
apologies to Will Shakespeare
Heather Blakey September 07
ooh err, Heather, what a spooky piece, especially the picture
traveller
September 11, 2007 at 4:04 pm
Wow! This one wakes you up!
lorigloyd
September 12, 2007 at 5:38 pm
It has me wide awake and given me food for thought Lori. Right now I am sitting waiting for things like this to grow and take shape.
Heather Blakey
September 12, 2007 at 10:14 pm