Monday, August 22, 2011

Another Mermaid Mood



Escape reality a moment with me.
(Living by the beach is getting to me!)
Please enjoy these pictures & inspirations. . .
Incredibly beautiful Fantasy artwork. 


'Eyes gleam behind a mask of silver scales,
Seaweed curls and shells adorn
An ocean sprite, a maiden of sea foam
A flick of the tail and she's gone.'

www.gingerkellystudio.com

An old Postcard


My daughter, Bethany, came to visit
and as we sat in my workshop talking...
She created this simple pencil drawing.
I love her tangled mess of sea coral red hair and sea shells!
Find my Mermaid Art at:   www.seadebris.etsy.com




Mermaid Headdress by:  www.liaison.etsy.com 



Watch this Mermaid clip. . .(with a surprise ending)


 
 Mermaid 
Written in 1830
 
 
I
Who would be
A mermaid fair,
Singing alone,
Combing her hair
Under the sea,
In a golden curl
With a comb of pearl,
On a throne?

II
I would be a mermaid fair;
I would sing to myself the whole of the day;
With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair;
And still as I comb'd I would sing and say,
'Who is it loves me? who loves not me?'
I would comb my hair till my ringlets would fall
Low adown, low adown,
From under my starry sea-bud crown
Low adown and around,
And I should look like a fountain of gold
Springing alone
With a shrill inner sound
Over the throne
In the midst of the hall;
Till that great sea-snake under the sea
From his coiled sleeps in the central deeps
Would slowly trail himself sevenfold
Round the hall where I sate, and look in at the gate
With his large calm eyes for the love of me.
And all the mermen under the sea
Would feel their immortality
Die in their hearts for the love of me.

III
But at night I would wander away, away,
        I would fling on each side my low-flowing locks,
And lightly vault from the throne and play
     With the mermen in and out of the rocks;
We would run to and fro, and hide and seek,
     On the broad sea-wolds in the crimson shells,
Whose silvery spikes are nighest the sea.
But if any came near I would call and shriek,
And adown the steep like a wave I would leap
     From the diamond-ledges that jut from the dells;
For I would not be kiss'd by all who would list
Of the bold merry mermen under the sea.
They would sue me, and woo me, and flatter me,
In the purple twilights under the sea;
But the king of them all would carry me,
Woo me, and win me, and marry me,
In the branching jaspers under the sea.
Then all the dry-pied things that be
In the hueless mosses under the sea
Would curl round my silver feet silently,
All looking up for the love of me.
And if I should carol aloud, from aloft
All things that are forked, and horned, and soft
Would lean out from the hollow sphere of the sea,
All looking down for the love of me.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

1 comment:

Lisa said...

Whoooo Wheee ... I ♥ the print by Ginger Kelly!!!!! Amazingly ga ga gorgeous!!!

Remember the Clorox commercial... and can so see you in there!