A Garden of Stone and Wind


Head On A Stem, 'noir' by Odilon Redon


A fairy moon blooms
among bones in Insolent’s
garden of sticks and stones.

Seeded to grow where
wishes aren’t fed, she bonnets
her dark side where anger is led.

Daughter of sky and siren of sea
she drinks light from a candle
and brews impish tea.

In the hail of scissor wind
she boldly protects her stem
so harrier blade can't cut her.

©Susie Clevenger 2020

#napowritmo2020 Day 10

Inspired by: Real Toads ~  Art of Odilon Redon

Real Toads ~ April 2020 Day 10

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  1. Sanaa RizviApril 10, 2020 at 6:59 PM

    "Daughter of sky and siren of sea she drinks light from a candle and brews impish tea." LOVE the attitude in this one, Susie! ❤️❤️

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  2. JimApril 10, 2020 at 8:54 PM

    Susie, what do I say? This is strange stuff for me. I do know harrier blades and bones and sticks and stones gardens, those two don't mix. I love the crunchy walk one experiences.
    But I did smile, please me a regular fairy.
    ..

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