This image is called Florence. It’s one of my Green Girl images done in collaboration with poet Mary Jo Amani for her book Green Girl Weaving. It goes with the following poem:
The Blue Bird
I remember an alabaster blue bird
I bought when I was only nine, in Florence,
visiting the city with my family. I remember
nothing of the city now but the store,
everywhere I turned, beauty.
I gave the bird away to a friend I loved.
Years later, the friend wrote
that her little sister had dropped it,
its beak broken. When my son died,
I thought of the blue bird,
my son’s beauty, fragile,
remembered what I had given away,
what I had broken.
“That bird,” says green girl, “can’t fly.”
Under the goldenrod on the hill
where we buried his ashes,
tiny green wings push into spring.
The card will come with the poem it is based on printed on the back, and will be blank inside waiting for your message.
To purchase Green Girl Weaving visit: https://maryjoamani.com/
To view other available images:
This image is called Florence. It’s one of my Green Girl images done in collaboration with poet Mary Jo Amani for her book Green Girl Weaving. It goes with the following poem:
The Blue Bird
I remember an alabaster blue bird
I bought when I was only nine, in Florence,
visiting the city with my family. I remember
nothing of the city now but the store,
everywhere I turned, beauty.
I gave the bird away to a friend I loved.
Years later, the friend wrote
that her little sister had dropped it,
its beak broken. When my son died,
I thought of the blue bird,
my son’s beauty, fragile,
remembered what I had given away,
what I had broken.
“That bird,” says green girl, “can’t fly.”
Under the goldenrod on the hill
where we buried his ashes,
tiny green wings push into spring.
The card will come with the poem it is based on printed on the back, and will be blank inside waiting for your message.
To purchase Green Girl Weaving visit: https://maryjoamani.com/
To view other available images:
