Like marbles, do you want to play?
Ode to Marbles
I love the sound of marbles
scattered on the worn wooden floor,
like children running away in a game of hide-and-seek.
I love the sight of white marbles,
green marbles, black,
new marbles, old marbles,
with glass-ribboned swirls,
dancing round and round.
I love the feel of marbles,
rolling freely in my palm,
like smooth-sided stars
that light up the worn world.
~Max Mendelsohn, age 12.
I wasn\'t thinking marbles when I first saw this… but I was struck by the lighting. Really lovely.
Wow… Frida your photos are beautiful! I will definitely be keeping up with your photoblog.
This is gorgeous. A new favorite for me. I love the poem too. He\'s good:-)
Are these Nature\'s marbles, Frida? If so, I wonder if the faeries play with them!