The next Craft Barn Q&L challenge words are STRONG and MISS.
A vague memory stirred of a poem by Walter de la Mare - Miss Loo. I've included just the first verse on my page, which this time is on canvas, as I love the texture.
I wanted the texture to show, so I lightly brayered some ink, then stamped some bird cages. Punched out a whole flock of birds from tiny bits of left over Gelli prints; and I couldn't resist die-cutting the scaredy-cat!
Here is the whole poem -
When thin-strewn memory I look through,
I see most clearly poor Miss Loo,
Her tabby cat, her cage of birds,
Her nose, her hair -- her muffled words,
And how she'd open her green eyes,
As if in some immense surprise,
Whenever as we sat at tea,
She made some small remark to me.
I see most clearly poor Miss Loo,
Her tabby cat, her cage of birds,
Her nose, her hair -- her muffled words,
And how she'd open her green eyes,
As if in some immense surprise,
Whenever as we sat at tea,
She made some small remark to me.
It's always drowsy summer when
From out the past she comes again;
The westering sunshine in a pool
Floats in her parlour still and cool;
While the slim bird its lean wires shakes,
As into piercing song it breaks
Till Peter's pale-green eyes ajar
Dream, wake; wake, dream, in one brief bar;
And I am sitting , dull and shy
And she with gaze of vacancy,
And large hands folded on the tray,
Musing the afternoon away;
Her satin bosom heaving slow
With sighs that softly ebb and flow,
And her plain face in such dismay,
It seems unkind to look her way:
Until all cheerful back will come
Her cheerful gleaming spirit home:
And one would think that poor Miss Loo
Asked nothing else, if she had you.
From out the past she comes again;
The westering sunshine in a pool
Floats in her parlour still and cool;
While the slim bird its lean wires shakes,
As into piercing song it breaks
Till Peter's pale-green eyes ajar
Dream, wake; wake, dream, in one brief bar;
And I am sitting , dull and shy
And she with gaze of vacancy,
And large hands folded on the tray,
Musing the afternoon away;
Her satin bosom heaving slow
With sighs that softly ebb and flow,
And her plain face in such dismay,
It seems unkind to look her way:
Until all cheerful back will come
Her cheerful gleaming spirit home:
And one would think that poor Miss Loo
Asked nothing else, if she had you.
Just brilliant!
ReplyDeleteLove your canvas, it is so ordered and wonderful!!! Fantastic colours and images fit the poem so well. Stunning canvas :-) xxx
ReplyDeleteThose birdies look great in the cages - can't believe they are still there with that scarey cat!! Its a great canvas.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant lyrics and canvas
ReplyDeleteThis is just beautiful! Each bird is different-just as they are in nature!
ReplyDeleteReally love all those little birdies :)
ReplyDeleteCharming representation. What a great way to use bits of leftover gelli prints. Those birds are spectacular and so are the cages. You did a fantastic job representing this challenge.
ReplyDeleteGreat idea! Love the textured background and all the cages!
ReplyDeleteHow cool, that's a great idea and a wonderful page.
ReplyDeleteWonderful page and fabulous verse to choose, great stamping of the birdcages and gelli plate print birds.
ReplyDeleteSylv xx
Fantastic page! love all those little birds.
ReplyDeleteSuch a sweet layout, love all those beautiful coloured birds - and I'm a sucker for a bird cage stamp! Thanks for including the poem it was not one I had come across before. MMx
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