Watermelon tourmaline Slice Peridot Sterling Rose Gold Pendant by Rebecca of BNOX of Pepin Wisconsin
3.7mm faceted round Peridot pulls the subtle green in the watermelon tourmaline. Peach, champagne pink, with flashes of green and black are the luscious colors of the this tourmaline slice. The rose gold in turn draws the eye to the pinks. Thank you Monica, for this gift given to inspire my creativity. It did.
Details of a Pepin sterling cast branch bud and a cutout mirroring it, continues the Bright branches series.
Pendant measures 2 3/8" x 3/4" Tourmaline is 35mm x 14mm
$620
This pendant is called "Poetry". Rebecca created this pendant in response to her poem called Benadryl. The relationship between Poetry the pendant and Benadryl the poem is faint. On the back side, there are tumbling letters falling faintly and vertically down the sterling pendant.
This poem is about my feelings of not being true to my integrity, my soul's work of creativity. It is about not speaking my truth and staying in a numb condition, rendering me placid to what is right next to me, right outside my window. Thus, missing the beautiful world as it passes me by. Rebecca
BENADRYL by Rebecca A Paquette Johnson April 2022
Poor baby
Asleep
Lethargic at best, when awake
Mother had administered the ample amount
Based on word of mouth
Parenting advise from decades prior
From the back seat, slouched low
In her sleepy Benadryl state
Drool seeping from her lower words
Poetry couldn't wake up to her life
Unaware
Feet from view
Exquisite floral passed her by
Vividly alive fauna crossed before her
Attempts to check in on her from all sides
Raven fodder was left in the vehicle's shadow
It's lesson, cycle of renewal
Left unrhyming by the side of the road
In this perpetual drowsy state
Unable to hold a pen
Wakefulness illegible
The paper left blank
She was absent
In a momentary attempt to awaken, she relented
Overcome by another temptation to close To simply ride, swept into semi conscience motion
Her heart quieted, guarded
Breathing dulled
She began to erase her loving words, slowly, sleepily
Her slitted eyelids closed like a heavy book and she fell into sleep again
As her body gave way
Her fist relaxed
In a gesture opposite of throwing confetti,
single letters slid off the tips of her delicate fingers and tumbled to the synthetic carpeted, cold sand littered floor
