imagine if you will
a piece of handmade paper
heavy but fine grained
and upon the piece
of ivory coloured paper
delicate hues of green,
and blue,
placed in an abstract way
using water colour paints
the paper having been wet
no longer lays flat on the table
but undulates, with small hills
and valleys
and upon that piece of paper
artfully decorated
imagine some words, written
in a round and beautiful cursive
formed by an old fountain pen
the ink used, a deep purple
that has been softened by years
the words, are those of young love,
yet to be tested by time
yet to be tested by seperation
yet to be tested by loss
the paper is old now, set with
four creases from where it had
been folded and left within a book
of wordsworth...
on the front fold, the following
To Mary with much love Jack. 1915
and upon that piece of paper
handmade, delicately decorated
inscribed with love and hope,
the beginnings of a family rested.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 5:10 PM UTC
imagine if you will
a piece of handmade paper
heavy but fine grained
and upon the piece
of ivory coloured paper
delicate hues of green,
and blue,
placed in an abstract way
using water colour paints
the paper having been wet
no longer lays flat on the table
but undulates, with small hills
and valleys
and upon that piece of paper
artfully decorated
imagine some words, written
in a round and beautiful cursive
formed by an old fountain pen
the ink used, a deep purple
that has been softened by years
the words, are those of young love,
yet to be tested by time
yet to be tested by seperation
yet to be tested by loss
the paper is old now, set with
four creases from where it had
been folded and left within a book
of wordsworth...
on the front fold, the following
To Mary with much love Jack. 1915
and upon that piece of paper
handmade, delicately decorated
inscribed with love and hope,
the beginnings of a family rested.
todays prompt was difficult in that
it asked you to create a piece of poetic art....
I did do one,a hiaku, on tea, but cannot show it here....
so i decided to described this....
a love letter my grandfather made/wrote for my grandmother....
I found it within an old leatherbound book of Wordsworths poetry...
and we now have it framed
on our wall...
it truly is beautiful.
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