Phoxglove Phantasy
It's almost summer and the lawn smalls like soil. . Everything is growing- grass, the dog's fur, a girl's bangs. Dolls and animals and their furniture are ready to play. The children of 1922 smile; some of these dolls I have rescued and rebuilt, and some I have built from the ground up. Enjoy your visit with them and the new spring morning!
I sat down on my heels
to see
The rolling steam above the river
Above the stream where it rambled
So many colors flashed and gamboled
Always rivers everywhere.
In lowest river
There no bank
It lay across the grass and sodden
Muddy park to water sudden
Without a name where water sank.
My Dad lived down
On Goose Island
Took pictures of the brumbly brook
Some to hang on people’s walls
Some to publish in a book,
Some to publish in a book.
I do not know why
Dads and rivers
Always seem to go together
Bridges, tides and banks a-scatter,
Bridges, tides and banks a-scatter.
My Dad lived down
On Goose Island
Took pictures of the tossing river
Some to hang on people’s walls
Some to publish in a book,
Some to publish in a book.
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God, sometimes I forget your name
Which is crowded out by my own name
And I wish for you
But not as much as I wish for myself.
I do not like a God
To whom I must make penance.
God, sometimes, often, I
Forget a, uh, um. I forget
I forget a word.
But it is still in winter
And with velvet drapes I
Block out
Um, block
I cover the empty sky.
God, guide me as I begin to
Slip this world
To have questions no one can
Answer
To tie back one velvet drape
And, like an animal, praise you
Effortlessly
Ceaselessly
And
Wordlessly.
Paul, Rabbit, Zelenskyy
I saw the Light in the Velvet Sky that turned a Clown into a King and a King to the Father of a Land
Through Messages sent Home Again.
A Man could walk Down A Street and Change Be Bare-Faced and then Grow a Beard
A Man from the Shell where Boyhood Ends And Messages Sent Home Again
And in Your Church, As I, a Child My Forehead on my Mother's Knee Dreamed Idly of Saints, and Sand And Messages Sent Home Again.
Peace Be to us all- May we send, and recieve, messages of compassion home again.
May God Bless Us and Keep Us All.
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I found a little speckled egg
Creamy with splotches of brown
I picked it up from off the ground
And tucked it in a leafy bed.
And every day I kept it warm
I wondered what bird would it be
And checked the egg repeatedly
I knew I’d be there when it open’d.
I never listened to their doubts
I knew the time was coming soon
Just as the month would turn the moon
The hidden babe to me reveal.
Then one day entering the room
I found the egg completely gone
It hadn’t been yet very long
I searched the little leafy bed.
I saw the shadow cross the moon
That night when in my bed I lay
The egg, and infant, passed away
I never should the infant see.
I grieve not that I took it home
And set it in the leafy bed
My hand, my heart, my soul, my head
I grieve I should it never know.
"Rose Window
i will meet Yoqu in this place when I have gone
I will guide the weary traveler
feed the stone lambs
You will find me
in the child's piping voice,
in the low harmony of the biggest
organ notes.
My heart lays in this place, Father-
The glowing Rose Window
at dusk
the rising plumes of incense
and dust.
I will meet You in this place
when I have gone.
How I miss my heart at times!
As I grow older
i draw to Your fire
on a snowy evening
i pull the fur close around my beating heart
(The low notes of the organ chiming in)
My breath rising in plumes
of incense smoke,
and flurry.
I will meet You in this place
in this time, When You call me
Ambassador to the silent stars
The sinking Sun
The Day-Cleve and her drooping rosy head
How I have missed You, Father!
The circle in Your Magnificent Eye
the peacocks tale a million times over!
Turning in the Ferris Wheel
of the Prater,
the Rose Window,
the Kaliedoscope,
the drifting child's balloon...
I will meet you at this place
when I am home-
the pointed spire,
the roof-tiles,
The Day-Cleve.
Never shall we part,
or show impatience,
but
to drift
in the now dark sky,
The Winter-sky
which has so fast
be-come.
Welcome to Phoxglove Phantasy! We have all kinds of new art- if you have any questions, you can refer to the number with the piece in question. Some of these are for sale, some not; and we can always make custom pieces.
Some of these are masks, some are puppets, some are dolls, and some are drawings. Feel free to contact us at
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