Let us make righteous jewelry,
adorn ourselves with rivers of silver,
salt our wrists with bits of moonstone,
twine amethysts into our hair.
Let us craft the truly beautiful,
pluck the moon from the sky for our rings,
pan the gold from the creek for our torc,
limn our ears with stars freshly fallen from the sky.
Let us create for ourselves,
the hammered copper of our words,
the twisted wire of our thoughts,
lushly woven into our own personal language of art.
This is where I talk about the process of creating jewelry, and the fun (and folly!) of selling beads.
2 comments:
Beautiful poem.
Aw, thanks so much! I had fun writing it.
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