Day 275 – A Sprinkling

A Sprinkling

Day 295

The Fairy Goldsmith by Elinor Wylie

Here’s a wonderful thing,
A humming-bird’s wing
In hammered gold,
And store well chosen
Of snowflakes frozen
In crystal cold.

Black onyx cherries
And mistletoe berries
Of chrysoprase,
Jade buds, tight shut,
All carven and cut
In intricate ways.

Here, if you please
Are little gilt bees
In amber drops
Which look like honey,
Translucent and sunny,
From clover-tops.

Here’s an elfin girl
Of mother-of-pearl
And moonshine made,
With tortoise-shell hair
Both dusky and fair
In its light and shade.

Here’s lacquer laid thin,
Like a scarlet skin
On an ivory fruit;
And a filigree frost
Of frail notes lost
From a fairy lute.

Here’s a turquoise chain
Of sun-shower rain
To wear if you wish;
And glittering green
With aquamarine,
A silvery fish.

Here are pearls all strung
On a thread among
Pretty pink shells;
And bubbles blown
From the opal stone
Which ring like bells.

Touch them and take them,
But do not break them!
Beneath your hand
They will wither like foam
If you carry them home
Out of fairy-land.

O, they never can last
Though you hide them fast
From moth and from rust;
In your monstrous day
They will crumble away
Into quicksilver dust.

The sun on snow brings my inner crow to the surface – all shiny and sparkling, handfuls of diamonds just waiting for my beak to scoop them up, only to melt into transparency.  If only my camera’s eye could see it the way my eye does.
I have a confession to make.  My husband does not like this project, nor does he like to have me take the time to shoot a photo.  It is weighing on me quite heavily as I do not like the strife that it is causing.  And it is not that I spend hours away from home getting my shot – on average it is done within 15 to 20 minutes and all edits are done after everyone has gone to bed for the night.  It bothers me that the man I am tied to so intimately has no understanding of this drive to create something visual.  And I really don’t know how to deal with it.  I am not really asking for advice on this; I just needed to get it verbalized.  And I am thankful for the opportunity. ♥

A Sprinkling - That bit of sparkle holds me transfixedA Sprinkling - I could stare at it for hours were it not for the cold wind.