I’m at a loss for breath. It’s just so beautiful and, I want to say, understanding of what is visceral and visual. I can’t believe I inspired this.

Thank you

I really like the way you captured the feel of the poem in this piece. It’s gorgeous, evocative, and like Tad, it left me breathless. I love the phrase "the man in the moon intrudes.

Absolutely lovely.

I almost forgot! I also love the title of these pieces. Silk starlight… actually, it reminds me of the baby blanket I used to sleep with. I won’t try and explain that one… haha.

i think you are saying the husband refuses to let the driver, who must be a doctor, bleed her, as in ancient medicine? or maybe i’m missing something key to this puzzle.

I actually meant it a bit more dramatically, or symbolically rather. That is, the people are extorting money or resources from them, bleeding them dry. Now he is fed up and intends to fight back, make them bleed literally.