Ghost Elephants by Jean Valentine

In the elephant field 
tall green ghost elephants 

with your cargo of summer leaves 

at night I heard you breathing at the window 

Don't you ever think I'm not crying 

since you're away from me 

Don't ever think I went free 

At first the goodbye had a lilt to it— 

maybe just a couple of months— 

but it was a beheading. 

Ghost elephant, 

reach down, 

cross me over— 

When a Sale Brings a Tear to My Eye

I rarely sell an item I list in my shop on ETSY.com as quickly as I did today - selling my unique little fairyland jewelry box less than 2 weeks after listing it. Of course I am happy, ecstatic even, for the sale but this was one of the few pieces I have done that I become attached to while creating it. These are pieces I really don't want to sell so I price them high enough thinking that will prevent them from selling. And if they do sell, if someone falls in love with them as much as I am and are willing to meet my price then so be it. It just came as such a surprise to me today. So I will pack it up and send it off to Los Angeles to it's new home, but I'll most assuradly have a tear in my eye as I do it.

Description from my ETSY shop:

A special collaged fairyland jewelry box measuring 8" x 5" x 4" with a domed lid and interior with a sliding compartmentalized tray. My collage is built up in layers to portray a deeply forested hidden, fairy house in a tree trunk with a blue door on the front and a secret garden enclosure with a tiny blue door on the back. One side shows a tiny orange door in a stone wall and the other end shows 3 red orange mushrooms growing at the base of a tree. The domed top shows a hidden sunlit clearing in the forest with the text, "Let the little fairy in you FLY"! The domed top, front and back sides are covered in tiny crystals and miniature blue foil stars. I wish I could find this secret secluded place and live there forever! This is one of my most favorite creations ever! It will be hard to part with.

I also listed a little clock I did at the same time in the same fairyland style. 

My new website: http://www.maureentillmandigitalart.com

I am very excited about my newest website, and happy that I managed to build it myself. I did it through WIX.com - they gave me everything I could have wanted for tools. I was able to link the site to my FineArtAmerica.com store plus my ETSY.com shop. I wasn't sure I could figure that part out but WIX gives you so many built in aids that I am confident I can learn whatever I need to for use on the site - given enough time that is! I have included on my 4 page website about a dozen of my favorite digital art pieces that are available on Fine Art America.

http://www.maureentillmandigitalart.com

http://www.maureentillmandigitalart.com

Among Women by Marie Ponsot

What women wander?

Not many. All. A few.

Most would, now & then,

& no wonder.

Some, and I’m one,

Wander sitting still.

My small grandmother

Bought from every peddler

Less for the ribbons and lace

Than for their scent

Of sleep where you will,

Walk out when you want, choose

Your bread and your company.

She warned me, “Have nothing to lose.”

She looked fragile but had

High blood, runner’s ankles,

Could endure, endure.

She loved her rooted garden, her

Grand children, her once

Wild once young man.

Women wander

As best they can.

Summer

 ''Summer has set in with its usual severity.''                                                                           Samuel Taylor Coleridge                                                                                                                        

© Artwork - Maureen Kavaney Tillman

Am I Kin to Sorrow? by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Am I kin to Sorrow,
That so oft
Falls the knocker of my door——
Neither loud nor soft,
But as long accustomed,
Under Sorrow's hand?
Marigolds around the step
And rosemary stand,
And then comes Sorrow—
And what does Sorrow care
For the rosemary
Or the marigolds there?
Am I kin to Sorrow?
Are we kin?
That so oft upon my door—
Oh, come in! 

The Soul Bringer

                                                                   
                                                                                                         

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