So many paintings!
The eyes almost begin to dance
The gallery is open to the public
A childlike expectation fills the room
The colors so bright against the wall
Memories of so many books
So often the drawings telling the story
One moves to another
They say it is dangerous to enter the faerie’s circle
To dance with them as they celebrate the night
There are stories of men meeting and drinking with the others
Every Faerie tale goes a strange direction
It seems such a wonderful adventure
Joining in the playful mischief
Not knowing where it will lead
Only knowing that tomorrow, all will be different
They eyes may see so many paintings
The heart enters faerie land
My friend Saskia and I were talking about some of her newer pieces. Her work looks perfect for pages in a children’s book. Though I struggle to write the rhythm and feel of a children’s book (it takes effort for me to be silly and musical, and people such as Dr. Seuss set the bar very high) it would be a challenge I’d love to try sometime.
I am not so proud to think that the poem sells the book, not when I look at the color and humor in the paintings. I’ve not found the right poem to make a picture book yet, but I keep smiling as I see more pictures. Someday, if that children’s book is not written by someone else, I will accomplish it.