Tiny Rooms

Margaret shared us with us a visit to a museum in Chicago with tiny replicated rooms of different time periods and styles.    "I visited the Art Institute of Chicago, this past summer and enjoyed the 69 miniatures of both European and American interiors.  The scales are one inch to one foot which became a standard in the miniature industry.  The miniatures are crafted from the same type of wood used for the original pieces of furniture, and the grain of the wood had to fit the small scale of objects." 
  
 HERE is a link to videos and further photos of this exhibition.   HERE is a link to all 69 rooms.

Thank you Margaret, I am in awe of the glorious details!

Yes, being from New England- I had to attempt a poem inspired by this room.  How special and beautiful these miniature rooms are-wow!

Mrs. James Ward Thorne
American, 1882-1966

A13: New England Bedroom, 1750-1850, c. 1940



Eternal Spring

Sun washed promises reside
in my bedroom
with a golden broom
I have swept winter from my mind

Lady of light
protects me
she lands here like a queen bee
her crowning glory
whispers and gleams
her wide eyes remember...

Laurel leaves climb the walls
kissing painted cranberries
lingering thoughts of my handsome beau
and our secret encounter.


Secret spring bloomed
in wondrous shadows
under the pale moonlight
 warmth of honey spreading
through me like a field of wild thimbleweeds
dancing in twilight's breeze.


Polished pride scents my room
as the sun warms the bees
waxed carved roses
light tickles Maple cream floor
golden promises of himlight the fire of my day.



I brush my Strawberry blonde hair
 my blush lingers
I fall into my carved haven
onto down feathered bed
maiden voyage unfurls
I'm dancing with fiddle head ferns
in final ice dance of spring

Morning hazy wakes me

reminded of the tender arched

boughs of our first kiss under

the black evergreens

warm n' mellow our mood

like buttery Chardonnay

 

Glaze of layered light
wraps us warm
even on the coldest winter day
 in humble spun gold.

Cozy with a bit of blush
remembering young love
 tart n' sweet with green notes
of apples blossoms n' fresh moss.

He still glows when
he tells me
"green brings out the pink in you"
saturated forever in summer's
first kiss. 

© Ellen Wilson

This was a difficult write for me.  I wanted to do another room-perhaps on Monday!