The Moon was but a Chin of Gold

The Moon was but a Chin of Gold

Here is my post for this month’s Sketchbook Challenge:
  This month’s theme is about those captivating celestial bodies – the moon and the stars.  They remind me of a much-loved poet, Emily Dickinson and her lovely poem, The Moon was but a Chin of Gold.  I often include snippets of her poetry on my watercolor journal pages.  I love how she puts her words together to form sparkling strands of lyrics.  Here is a peek in one of my journals where I used parts of this poem.  If you would like to read her poem in its entirety, I posted it below. 
Do you have a poet or poem that inspires your art?


THE MOON was but a chin of gold
  A night or two ago,
And now she turns her perfect face
  Upon the world below.
  
Her forehead is of amplest blond;
  Her cheek like beryl stone;
Her eye unto the summer dew
  The likest I have known.
  
Her lips of amber never part;
  But what must be the smile
Upon her friend she could bestow
  Were such her silver will!
  
And what a privilege to be
  But the remotest star!
For certainly her way might pass
  Beside your twinkling door.
  
Her bonnet is the firmament,
  The universe her shoe,
The stars the trinkets at her belt,
  Her dimities of blue.
                                 By Emily Dickinson

   
Comments are closed.