Mini Bluebells served with Hot Ice Cream Poetry

This is all that I had time to do in oil this week; bluebells with a pair of even smaller ballet shoes. (Don't ask me why they're hanging there. I suppose they merely want a rest?) Hereby we're done with the Calm Dept. -- let's go see the wild part...

...which is excerpts from a movie for Karin the Poet, which I am right now trying to finish. (Animation, as I might've told you before, is Hard Work.) I stick to the spirit and words of her poetry, and those words happen to be delightfully sticky in spirit.

The poem is about ice cream. And it is definitely not about ice cream.

-- Don't look below. You didn't even see this...

I and the Poet might soon have a lovely time blaming each other.