You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.' ~~~Eleanor Roosevelt

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Darkness Inspiration Challenge

It has been hectic!
A lot of sickness in the house!
The little ones have been grumpy,
croupy, sniffling, little critters!
 I feel so sorry for them when they get sick! 
We are through the worst of it now
and I have gained back some time to
dedicate myself to the challenges
 I was working on before the
colds and snowy weather hit! 

I haven't sent one into the
Darkness Challenge in over a month!
The theme this week was: 
 Dark and Sinister Moon! 
 I worked on several ideas before
I finally decided on this one!


Even though this scene looks innocent enough,
she's knitting, he's smiling, they both are engaged
in a friendly, casual conversation...still...
you never know who to trust
when the moon is dark and sinister!

Thank  you for visiting my site and
taking a spooky look at my entry!! 
 Have a very spooky night! 

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2 comments:

  1. phoebeFebruary 11, 2010 at 2:52 AM

    Yes--who knows what can happen...his face is shadowed in the darkness, perhaps to better to hide his evil transformation from this sweet innocent girl as she knits and chats gaily...

    Very nice artwork! I like how you've drawn the clouds just going across the moon--it's very spooky.

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  2. Nancy Dooren ~ NansFebruary 19, 2010 at 3:57 PM

    Oh yes! This is beautiful! I love the spooky look on this one!

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The Poem "Dark Rosaleen"

O my Dark Rosaleen, Do no sigh, do not weep! The priests are on the ocean green, they march along the Deep. There's wine from the royal Pope upon the ocean green; and Spanish ale shall give you hope, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! Shall glad your heart, shall give you hope, Shall give you health, and help, and hope, My Dark Rosaleen. Over hills and through dales have I roamed for your sake; all yesterday I sailed with sails on river and on lake. The Erne at its highest flood I dashed across unseen, For there was lightning in my blood, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! Oh! there was lightning in my blood, Red lightning lightened through my blood, My Dark Rosaleen! All day long in unrest to and fro do I move, The very soul within my breast Is wasted for you,love! The heart in my bosom faints to think of you, my Queen, My life of life, my saint of saints, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! To hear your sweet and sad complaints, My life, my love, my saint of saints, My Dark Rosaleen! Woe and pain, pain and woe, are my lot night and noon, To see your bright face clouded so, like to the mournful moon. But yet will I rear your throne again in golden sheen;'Tis you shall reign, shall reign alone, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! 'Tis you shall have the golden throne,'Tis you shall reign, and reign alone, My Dark Rosaleen! Over dews, over sands will I fly for your weal; your holy delicate white hands shall girdle me with steel. At home in your emerald bowers,from morning's dawn till e'en, you'll pray for me, my flower of flowers, My Dark Rosaleen! My fond Rosaleen! You'll think of me through Daylight's hours, My virgin flower, my flower of flowers, My Dark Rosaleen! I could scale the blue air, I could plough the high hills, Oh, I could kneel all night in prayer, to heal your many ills! And one beamy smile for you would float like light between my toils and me, my own, my true, My Dark Rosaleen! My fond Rosaleen! Would give me life and soul anew, A second life, a soul anew, My Dark Rosaleen! O! the Erne shall run red with redundance of blood, The earth shall rock beneath our tread, and flames wrap hill and wood, and gun-peal, a slogan cry, wake many a glen serene, ere you shall fade, ere you shall die, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! The Judgment Hour must first be nigh,ere you can fade, ere you can die, My Dark Rosaleen!