Twisted Root
June 10, 2011 by
You know those twisted roots
laying so carefully on the forest floor
spun by conifer…
spun by tongue….
I watch where I step.
If I find myself tangled,
tripped up in the lies,
I unveil that bright thing in the depth of my chest
and find my way with the Light.
The twisted tongues weave their twisted roots.
There’s a light I wear that pushes truth through.
This little beauty is built of
an original casting and pearl. It’s thick with texture, gorgeously flowing and organic in form.
There’s a dash of the holy here.
One of a kind.
Lothlorien Branch
June 2, 2011 by
From the Naturally Occurring Objects Series.
Built of one solid, cast sterling silver branch-like object (that I originally sculpted) and 22 karat gold.
…like a small branch,
pulled loose by the wind,
sifted by the breeze
and clattered into the shock of
stillness on the forest floor.
I am still.
I am calm.
I was there.
I am now not.
I am still.
I am calm.
I was there.
I am now not.