Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Perfumed Murmur

Where did this little heart come from?

It was hidden in the bigger picture. Sideways, half reflection a little mouth whispering.

"My mother says I must not pass, Too near that glass; She is afraid that I will see, A little witch that looks like me; With a red mouth to whisper low, The very thing I should not know”

--Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt (1836-1919)