sing peace into his breast (the waters and the wild #11)

One of the reasons I jumped to apply to the Alamosa art show last fall was one question on the application: “Do you plan to demonstrate your art?” • the answer ofc is HELL YEAH I AM • so I brought a buncha stuff • had NOTHING planned, because what fun is THAT • FOUND a nice hunk of steel wire while setting up the booth • & had this piece 90% done when it was time to tear down for the day

For this first collection of only faery & pixy home decor pieces I had to go back to an old favorite. Not gonna quote the whole thing here, just the bits you’ll recognize. Go read the whole thing — I never had, until now.

Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

— WB Yeats, The Stolen Child

(I feel like Yeats was trying to position being stolen away by the faeries as a bad thing, but tbh I’m not seeing it.)