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Saturday, August 2, 2025

"Crazy Architecture" - Postcard

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The July 27 My Soul's Dark Imagination theme was "Crazy Architecture".

I based this on a poem, but took some poetic licencse with it, because that is not a pine tree.

I created this using GIMP 2.10.38.

The vintage images are from an Internet search. (See the side of my blog for links.)

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THE PINE LADY

O have you seen the Pine Lady,
Or heard her how she sings?
Have you heard her play
Your soul away
On a harp with moonbeam strings?
In a palace all of the night-black pine
She hides like a queen all day,
Till a moonbeam knocks on her secret tree,
And she opens her door with a silver key
While the village clocks
Are striking bed
Nine times sleepily.

O come and hear the Pine Lady,
Up in the haunted wood!
The stars are rising, the moths are flitting,
The owls are calling,
The dew is falling;
And, high in the boughs
Of her haunted house
The moon and she are sitting.

Out on the moor the night-jar drones
Rough-throated love,
The beetle comes
With his sudden drums
And many a silent unseen thing
Frightens your cheek with its ghostly wing;
While there above,
In a palace builded of needles and cones,
The pine is telling the moon her love,
Telling her love on the moonbeam strings —
O have you seen the Pine Lady?
Or heard her how she sings!

— Richard Le Gallienne (1866-1947)

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