A Painting about Bluebirds
When I was a very little girl, my grandmother used to recite poetry. She had many poems put to memory. One was about birds. Try as I may, I could not find 'her version' of the bluebird poem.
What I did find is a poem about the Blue Willow pattern, which she had a FULL set in her corner cupboard! I imagine that she would have loved this poem, and just maybe, she would have been able to recite it, herself! She lived to be 100. She was amazing.
Here is the poem:
Two Birds Flying High
Two birds flying high;
a little ship sailing by;
a Chinese castle here it stands;
facing many far 'way lands.
A little bridge,
three men upon,
A willow tree,
that ends my song.
I decided that I wanted to paint blue birds and was going to use up some of my round or oval antique frames. This was what I came up with.
|This looks like a huge contact lens, doesn't it?|