The Wolf, The White Dress, and the House of Dreams



In the wilderness of our hearts,

Here is where the peach trees
Dwell. Flowers falling over our
Bodies. It is only nature that speaks
To us, as we are enveloped in the trees,
(releasing us from the grave that was

our only place to be). We are free

amongst the leaves,

amongst the blossoms.


We were once in the dwelling
Of our father’s house, we heard
Stones to move, stones to kill us,

Judge us amongst the fences.
We felt our vulnerability, as busy bees
With nothing else to do but look at us
Through looking glasses, cast their stones.



But now we live amongst the trees with

Alice and her looking glass and

Blossoms: sweet and lovely.     



“Color theory is very important to me for it affects the physiological as well as the psychological perceptions of the viewer.”

Elizabeth Sheehan is a visual artist and poet based in the North Shore area of Massachusetts.  She has exhibited in many exhibitions, open studios, and benefits.  Elizabeth draws inspiration from Fauve painters and German expressionists, as well as her favorites Paul Klee and Marc Chagall.

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