Thursday Thrill – Garnet

"Red Birds" Cardinal Fine Art Photograph by Raceytay

January, kissed with winter's garnet lips, embodies the deep sleep of a still warm and beating heart.

Garnet

Hand Knit Chunky Snood in Lipstick Red by WearsWooly

Round Red Velvet Pillow with Crystal Heart Center by Original Boutique

1930's Silk Velvet Dress from Dear Golden Vintage

Vintage Austrian Fruit Brooch from Punksrus

90's Fendi Leather and Fur Purse from ItalyVintageCloset

"Rose Sparkle" Red Rose Hips Fine Art Photograph by Julie Magers Soulen Photography

Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font;
The firefly wakens, waken thou with me.

Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.

Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.

Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts, in me.

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake.
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost in me.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson


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