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

Sunday, February 28, 2010

DragonsDream TAG IT ON Challenge

The Theme this week for
DragonsDream
TAG IT ON
Challenge is :

TIGER

Here is my entry:

The Indian Gypsy and her Magestic Tiger


Thank you for looking
 at my Spooky Art! 
Have a very Spooky Night!!

***Poem***
The Indian Gypsy
written by:
Sarojini Naidu (1879-1949)

http://dragon-dragonsdream.blogspot.com/

5 comments:

  1. Hi.. thanks for dreaming with me this week on TIO. I am so pleased to see your fabulous tag and that you have added my strap to your sidebbar!! Please come back again soon.
    Frankie
    xx
    PS I love your work and will be back to look some more when I have done the answers to the challenge
    xx

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  2. Oh this is just beautiful XXX

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  3. As always you created ART.... i love what you do... i tell you often enough... and i DO wish i could do what you do.... i am always totally amazed by your creativity... Thank you my friend for helping 2 dragons dream this week and i hope you'll be a regular dragonsdreamer from now on... See you at the smeared and smudged blog hop.
    love lynx

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  4. love this creationg and I LOVE YOUR SITE!!! so glad to have found it!!!

    i'm now a follower!! =)
    xoxo
    Meredith

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  5. I'm back.... just had to say i'd been.... you know already i love your art... but wanted to just confirm it!
    love lynx

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Life Is A Witch And Then You Fly!

Life Is A Witch And Then You Fly!

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!