fairies on glass

My daughter Eva who is home from Stanford has been doing weekly 15 minute poetry writing sessions with her friends over Zoom as a way to stay connected and have a mutual creative activity. Every Sunday night, she comes out and reads us the four poems of the session. This was a line that came out of last Sunday:

“My childhood room was mostly skylight & when it rained, my mom would tell me to listen for the fairies dancing on the glass.”

These pressed violets remind me of fairies dancing across glass.

pressed violets

  • Kate says:

    poetry in motion!

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