I have been neglectful of the blog, besides being ridiculously busy, as usual, there's this thing called Instagram, and when you post things there, complete strangers seem to have an inexplicable urge to look at them.
Sometimes however, nobody looking is more the goal.
I made a lot of Harry Potter style magic wands as Christmas presents, and seem to be still making them for no apparent reason.
Core for my last magic wand for a bit. No further comment.
Once in a dream (for once I dreamed of you)
We stood together in an open field;
Above our heads two swift-winged pigeons wheeled,
Sporting at ease and courting full in view.
When loftier still a broadening darkness flew,
Down-swooping, and a ravenous hawk revealed;
Too weak to fight, too fond to fly, they yield;
So farewell life and love and pleasures new.
Then as their plumes fell fluttering to the ground,
Their snow-white plumage flecked with crimson drops,
I wept, and thought I turned towards you to weep:
But you were gone; while rustling hedgerow tops
Bent in a wind which bore to me a sound
Of far-off piteous bleat of lambs and sheep.