I chose my poem, well before the book began its journey. I watched, via a computer screen, as each creative page was added. I had chosen my poem for its light-heartedness, and reference to embroidery. Little did I know, I would join the small boy in his experience of discovery, when the travelling sketchbook arrived in the mail. The tingle of awe I felt was unexpected. I had reality, wrapped up, in my hands, and I couldn’t wait to touch it.
Thankyou for including me in this wonderful project.
Artwork on facing page is by Anne Lawson.
sisterhoodofthetravellingsketchbook 
How lovely, a creative writing about another act of creation. I loved the image of the small pink finger tip gently touching the silky surface of the embroidered rose…
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Thankyou. So pleased your imagination embellished an image in the poem.
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Very original!
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…amongst many originals. Thankyou!
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Just gorgeous! xx
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Thanks for looking in! xx
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Great contribution Sandi, your words paint a beautiful picture..
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Hi Sandra. Thankyou!
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Lovely poem, you don’t need an illustration with such beautiful words, the words do the painting in our imaginations 🙂
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It was a bit scary, a writer mingling with visual artists. Thankyou, so much, for your encouraging comment.
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Though you are an artist of course; simply one that paints with words instead of brushes.
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I’m late to the game here, but join the choir: this is a lovely poem, one I read again and again before letting the book move on to the next lucky artist. It’s so visual, too.
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What a lovely moment to capture and include 🌹
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Dear Sandi – just catching up with all the work now spinning around the globe – so wonderful to read your words. The sight of kids kneeling up on the seat of a train always makes me smile. I remember one day being in earshot of two little sparrows aged about 3 and 4 who chatted non-stop along the journey with their noses nearly pressed to the glass – and then we hit a city tunnel and there was dark and total silence – the only light came from their widening eyes at the new experience of being underground!
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