The art of working with your hands... thoughts on all things that come from the heart and hands... meditations, spirit rattles, spirit dolls, memories, and positive intentions.
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Wednesday My Art - Fantasy, Sci-fi, and Horror - Cosmic Queen
Cosmic Queen
BY Marcia A. Borell
Alone awash in fiery drapes she wades,
Through meteoric seas of living dream.
Celestial comets twine her flaming braids,
As Pisces soars above the stellar stream.
Along the bank she seeks with silver spade,
The clay to dig and mold enchanted orbs.
With mud a sphere upon her hand is made,
To dry awaiting brightly colored robes.
She plucks appealing globes of cosmic dust,
To spin a wooly skein of pastel cloud.
Her needles stitch bright hues on earthy crust,
The rivers run so blue it makes her proud.
Around and around she turns the infant world,
To pick and carve the oceans, lakes, and sea.
Then pinches folds for mountains knit and purled,
Her breath upon the planet sets it free.
Poem and illustration first published in A Calendar in
Poetry and Art 2005, published by Sam's Dot Publishing.
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Sunday, July 27, 2014
My Sunday Funnies - Monk the Detective
First published in FMAM: Futures Mysterious Anthology Magazine, Autumn 2004
These are for my cousin, a huge Monk the Detective fan!
Friday, July 25, 2014
Saturday Drabbles, Flash Fiction, Poems, and Illustrations for Children
Poem
Nighttime
by Marcia A. Borell
by Marcia A. Borell
Amid the trucks and toys your books may lay
Forgotten 'til the end of day.
With rubbing eyes and open yawn you seek
To cuddle and from under blankets peek.
Forgotten 'til the end of day.
With rubbing eyes and open yawn you seek
To cuddle and from under blankets peek.
With thumb in mouth and satin edge to cheek
We turn the page while rockers start to creak.
As dragons, knights and castles fill the air
A little finger twirls my hair.
We turn the page while rockers start to creak.
As dragons, knights and castles fill the air
A little finger twirls my hair.
I gently stand to walk across the floor
While ugly monsters vanish out the door.
One final hug in your warm downy bed
Your tiny fingers reach for bunny Fred.
While ugly monsters vanish out the door.
One final hug in your warm downy bed
Your tiny fingers reach for bunny Fred.
With Fred in hand I stroke your silky hair
Then stretch and yawn and take the tiller's care.
I set the solar sails to guide our flight
A homeward bound we sail through starry night.
Then stretch and yawn and take the tiller's care.
I set the solar sails to guide our flight
A homeward bound we sail through starry night.
Marcia A. Borell
First published in Kid's Visions, 2004
First published in Kid's Visions, 2004
Thursday, July 24, 2014
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