Avian Bondage

Plumage of gold and green/ Saturated color, only in dreams/ She flies above my winter bed/ A ribbon tangled round her head/ Beauty’s song is muted now/ Yet so pure and eloquent/ I try to catch her, hold her down/ I need to know what her song meant/ Of Avian Bondage © SusanTMartin’23

In My Room

“Sleep to Dream a Dreamer’s Sleep…Let the Midnight Watchman Creep…” A step into a past full of Victorian Charm, all furniture and walls handpainted and restored…by me. your home is your place to dream, to find peace and rest. A cocoon, a safe haven, an island in the storm… a place to create, to define,ContinueContinue reading “In My Room”