the moon, like to a silver bow. (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} luna_fay) wrote,@ 2008-11-11 22:43:00 |
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I have been living in a cocoon for a few short weeks, wanting to sleep away the time, peaceful and eerie dreams, about tooth fairies with nasty sharp teeth stealing locks of hair from children, and baby dragons found in cereal boxes. Watching videos by the Cure, and reading.. Once upon a time in the north, Lyra’s Oxford, The Spiderwick chronicles, Encyclopedias of wild animals, moths and butterflies. My head is buried in the newest book by Neil Gaiman, he is very wonderful, I am reading it before bed, when my eyelids are heavy.
I am wishing to illustrate a book soon, my fingers are crossed, hoping that the author is going ahead with his writings and that perhaps he will ask me. I recently made a little poster for his poetry class, that he put up around the school he works in.
I have courage today, but yesterday was a lonely day. I am trying not to feel so overwhelmed.
Trickery in the ivy forest.
The faerie counsel.
He held the lucid crystal stone to entrance the forest spirits... they gathered in the clearing and listened. The animals in the forest were still, quiet...
Inspired by the faerie woodlands ~ the archway and the stream.
Poetry lesson in the enchanted forest.
Child faeries in the forest, learning their rhymes.
My love has promised to let me watch Miss potter tonight x
A pale opus moon.
Stars are our guardians,
in the night sky.
Keep your hearts brave xx
