Another of those 'my internet is dead oh noes' at Christmas poems.
Did the skybones sing for you,
When you asked her to dance,
Through the burning white sands,
With the bones of your heart?
And did the ghosts of rainbows
Come soft to you and chant
Of stories and of fortunes,
And whatever else you asked?
And was it worth the price,
The soul, the sleep, the love,
That you never got to taste,
To touch, or know, my dove?
Black sketchbook for christmas, Prismacolours found on sale because =HorseRidingGal
started talking about them and then i had to get them.
..started doodling on the black cover on the test-drawing pads there, which is how I discovered the FUN of colour on black.
If you go to Gordon Harris in Auckland, and look by the Faber Castell display... you just might see a couple of little dragons
(assuming they're still there >.> )
This would be in scraps, but for the poem.
Anyway, I've been drawing at work, on lunch breaks, and have more. They take longer and some are going straight into scraps, but they're interesting to do, and I like working directly with the colours more than plain sketching.
...oh yes. Silver pen for the writing. IT IS MY BEST WRITING.
WHAT? Oh, it doesn't look much like the handwriting meme