Postcardia-cum-Poetica #29

Made from scratch from a pilfered holiday brochure (nabbed specifically for the front cover image which I then discovered was twice as big because it folded out) and words from the Elyora baggie of page fragments.

Quite happy with the way it turned out. Gothic with gothic with gothic.

Secret Agent, Poet

Yesterday I talked about ‘live poeming’ while Emily was here Saturday. I took it a step further by taking some sentence fragments from my baggie and placing them in front of her.

Make a poem, I said.

But I don’t write poetry, she said.

Doesn’t matter.

Magic happened next!

I went and found a stash of postcards, then discovered that there was an entirely different stash within the stash. Oh bliss! I know exactly what’s going to be happening with Postcardia for the next month or so.

I didn’t get a photo of Em’s second card (because once begun, one is never enough!)  But you can seek her out on Instagram for her take on Totoro (and much other lovely stuff!).

And next time, a creative opportunity – that isn’t really your cup of tea – presents, dive in. You never know what you might find.