YOUR spoken words are roses fine and sweet,
The songs you sing are perfect pearls of sound.
How lavish nature is about your feet,
To scatter flowers and jewels both around.
Blushing the stream of petal beauty flows,
Softly the white strings trickle down and shine.
Oh! speak to me, my love, I crave a rose.
Sing me a song, for I would pearls were mine. (Paul Laurence Dunbar)
It’s Project Time
I found a square mirror with beveled edges at the dollar store for….a dollar!
I thought of embellishing with seashells but that didn’t seem quite right.
Then I thought of small polished stones, but that didn’t feel right, either.
I looked around and barely heard the whisper of the mermaid.
Ahh, pearls you say?
Pearls it shall be.
It’s a sensual activity. The pearls are cool to the touch and slide lovingly into place.