folklorien
I love the gold-brown flutter-bird
You caught for me;
But from its song is gone a note I heard
When it was free.
Hello there, I see you've stumbled across my page. Here I make skins for warriors and handmaids, peasants and nobles.And when I bring the lace-ferns home
I can not bring
The wood-charm too—the spell of that wee gnome
Which makes birds sing.
Occasionally I take commissions from whoever finds me at the right time. I come and go quickly though, so do not feel insulted if I deny your request.The trees you painted with your brush
Are like the real,
But that still harking of the soft leaf-hush
You could not steal.
My name is folklorien, but just call me Lorien - I'm female and traditionalist.It is the spirit of the wold—the same
That's part of me,—
The gipsy wild of me without a name,
Unhoused and free.
I hope you'll enjoy your time looking around my page. Thank you for reading my words.