Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day 11 offers the following:
Today’s quote is from ‘The Harp of Aengus’ by W.B. Yeats.
‘Where time is drowned in odour-laden winds
And Druid moons, and murmuring of boughs,’
She holds tight the thread of dreams
And so I respond:
burning leaves
firelight in the eyes
of a weird sister
her ethereal dream floats up
on a fresh spire of sparks
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Frank J. Tassone 
Mystical! What’s the story behind the painting? The old women look like the Norns, but who’s the one with the mask, and why is he pointing at a distant cherub?
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The painting is of the Weird Sisters from Macbeth. Courtesy of wiki commons media. 😀
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Huh! Someone hasn’t read the play then. There are no cherubs on clouds or toga-wearing rams horns wearing guys either. Talk about artistic licence…
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Artists, right? 🙂
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If they stayed off the pills and the mushrooms their paintings would be pretty boring.
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LOL!
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I don’t think Macbeth will understand this one also.
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LOL! Indeed!
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