Holly Gage

Holly Gage

The piece I am submitting was made hand-in-hand with a poem I wrote about the day my family was notified that my mother in law was in the hospital and she was going to pass away suddenly. This is about our trip to the hospital. This poem is printed on the back of the piece using the tear away technique.
The entire piece is hand carved including the wilting flowers and dancer. There is a syringe set blue sapphire in the dancer's hand (she loved the performing arts) and dangling briolete blue sapphires (tears). The citrine (hazy sun) is bezel set and the entire piece is finished with a double strand of pearls, blue swarovski crystals, citrine, sterling accents and a handmade clasp.

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Here is the poem.

The Mourning Sky
As we drove, I clearly remember the mourning sky.
Thin clouds partially
blocked the rising sun.
Pale and yellow was its hazy glow
struggling to brighten the horizon.
No birds, no song, just deafening silence, as our minds race and speed along a road never traveled.
We arrived to a place we wished not to be, and waited to hear words we wished not to be uttered.
A beautiful flower has wilted
and wishes to return to the earth.
No time to prepare.
No time for long good-byes.
The dance is over, and it is time to return to the morning sky.
(In memory of Gail Gage)