A couple of weeks ago I went to the Imperial War Museum North on Salford Quays, if you have not been I recommend that you go, it is a great museum, very cleverly laid out. In fact the actual building the museum is housed in is a statement about war, it is made of three shards, each shard being a piece of an imagined globe shattered by conflict.
This journal page spread is inspired by this visit and this postcard and set of paper strips that I bought while there, the strips are used as a border around the page.
I was a little unsure about blogging this piece as it uses a poem that is often used at funerals and I did not want to upset anyone who might think it a little in-appropriate, but I decided to go ahead as it is my interpretation of how the museum made me feel. After all war is a very sad thing.
I had always thought that this was a first World War poem but it turns out it isn't, in fact its origin is not really known. I found several versions of where it is thought to come from.......one that it was found on a soldier killed in Northern Ireland and read by his father at his funeral, another that it was written by a woman called Mary Frye in 1932 and yet another that says it is a Hopi Indian prayer. Whatever it is it gives me gooosebumps when I read it.
Now for another flower from my garden
See that little flower bud?
I am entering this into the SUNDAY STAMPER challenge this week which is FLOWERS.
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