Stir the stars with a silver spoon,
and say "goodnight" to the waning moon.
The Sandman sings in the willow tree,
Ta Loo Ra La, Ta Loo Ra Lee.
I almost gave up on developing an idea for this week's word. It just wasn't inspiring me and everything I could come up with seemed cliche or trite. I'm not sure if this is any different/better, but this little quatrain kept swimming around in my head, so I finally decided it was worth pursuing. Who knows maybe it will develop into a full fledged poem some day.
I am including the initial rough sketch. There are a few things about it that I actually prefer. Also the scanner fails to pick up some of the pale color shifts and value changes that are in the actual color version. :(
Foreshortening can be an interesting challenge!