Monday, March 28, 2011

Our Lady of Martins

From the wood she comes
and in the woods she stays
but kill the last tree
and at last she'd be free
And the Martins would dance at her feet
And all foxes bow
as the last Hunt Started


  1. Oh man, I love this! Would love to have a 20x30 of this.

  2. Love this! Such a beautiful/non-beautiful, nice/creepy, light/dark mix that matched with the poem makes me tingle with interesting contrasts.

  3. Thank you kindly, I tend to find many of the denizns of Strange Spanners sympathetic even if they are rather shadowy.

  4. A creature that would have done well in Avatar, or Narnia.