Based on "Winter" by William ShakespeareWhen ghastly melons guard the door,And coloured sugars come by the bag,And fields of grass wear green no more,And leaves begin to wilt and sag. When the bones of nature litter our floor,Then Jack grows into a witchly hag,Makeup and wig Come out at last, While greedy children knock at the gate.When days grow short and nights grow long,And teen athletic games take place,And ravens nightly croak their song,And orange and black adorn. Nothing.When I changed back to freestyle drawing, and just let my imagination wonder, I started drawing a sailing ship. The storm driven sea waves were tossing it about violently, and it seemed to be in a great deal of trouble. In the distance a shore could be seen. The crew had lost sailing control, when the main mast had snapped in two. The top portion, with its torn sail, had fallen into the sea. It was acting as a 'sea anchor', marginally stabilizing the craftI drew the crew lowering. He brushes his lips and nose against the nape of my neck and I feel the stubble on his jaw, the luxurious sensation of skin against skin.We continue like that for what seems like a while, then we turn to face one another. I'm still too shy to make eye contact but I smile in the general direction of his face, noticing the dark hair and eyes. I need a few surreptitious glances to be sure: How does he look? Pretty cute, actually. He puts his hand on my neck, in my hair, and brings his face close.Read More
