Remember being given a word, an idea or a theme and using that as inspiration? Remember the excitement that ran through your mind and traveled to your fingertips as your idea came to life?
The Inspirational Circle is back! This month’s theme is “love, passion, and/or romance”. Let go of your creative block, and let the Inspirational Circle inspire you. So go ahead and brainstorm brilliant ideas and share them here with your fellow peers on our Facebook Event!
All creative work will be considered – drawing, painting, photography, poetry, prose, mixed media, sculpture, etc. If you post the work of others as inspiration, please cite the original source to give the artist credit. Please spread the word and invite others to join in.
I recently stumbled across Enchanted Vibrations on Facebook and they have the most amazing images of love and magic. A sample of them are shown below.
Here is a love poem I found online
Camomile Tea by Katherine Mansfield
Outside the sky is light with stars;
There’s a hollow roaring from the sea.
And, alas! for the little almond flowers,
The wind is shaking the almond tree.
How little I thought, a year ago,
In the horrible cottage upon the Lee
That he and I should be sitting so
And sipping a cup of camomile tea.
Light as feathers the witches fly,
The horn of the moon is plain to see;
By a firefly under a jonquil flower
A goblin toasts a bumble-bee.
We might be fifty, we might be five,
So snug, so compact, so wise are we!
Under the kitchen-table leg
My knee is pressing against his knee.
Our shutters are shut, the fire is low,
The tap is dripping peacefully;
The saucepan shadows on the wall
Are black and round and plain to see.
Daisy looked at him with a blank expression, her fingers twirling around her dress. Then she looked away from him and into the night sky. Dennis felt like a jerk, he knew he shouldn’t have asked. She wasn’t ready for this. He watched as Daisy looked into the shimmering lake and back at the sky, before her eyes settled back on him. Dennis’ face froze, he was expecting a slap or a scream, but her hand remained on her lap and her lips were sealed. Instead, Daisy nodded. Dennis stared back at her as she whispered, “yes.”
That night, Dennis and Daisy became one. The moon glistened on their backs as their bodies moved back and forth. His beating heart was followed by hers, softly and slowly, then faster and faster, rhythmic, a harmonious instrument of nature.
Afterward, Daisy asked, “Did you see stars?”
Dennis shook his head and saw the disappointment in her eyes.
“Even better, I saw fireflies,” he said. Daisy smiled as sputters of light flickered before them. She leaned against him.
“Do you love me?”
“Now and forever,” he whispered.