We did a little poetry exchange among coworkers at the Ferndale Public Library for Poetry Month (April). We each traded with 6 other people. Here is one of mine. Since we are at the end of April, I will share one a day. And since they just went out in the mail yesterday, I will put them on a delay to public display for a week! 

This was a fun little project. I formatted each page of text, then printed it so I could lightbox it. Makes for better kerning, leading, all that jazz. The illustrations are all watercolor pencil. I got a set for Krismas a few years back. Only just now had the opportunity to open it. Nice stuff, but no browns!! So I mixed some, which is not a natural skill of mine. And some illustrations, like this one, are less natural in color choice. Which can be fun.

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Here’s the poem text outside an image:

“Hope” is the thing with feathers (341)

by Emily Dickinson

“Hope” is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I’ve heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet—never—in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of me.