Let’s talk Tapestry
But
don’t expect anything too literal –
neither restoration nor reconstruction
I use vocabulary to maintain a link.
I want to play –
to evoke not describe,
nor illustrate
Let’s talk Tapestry
But
don’t expect anything too literal –
neither restoration nor reconstruction
I use vocabulary to maintain a link.
I want to play –
to evoke not describe,
nor illustrate
The Sea
The sea is a nomad
Wandering from land to land
Destined never to rest in pools
Or to find eternal calm.
The sea is pushed and pulled
By the moon, the wind and sun
Unseen forces that drag
Saltwater onto terra firma.
Mountain Mist
The mist clings to me as I walk,
dotting my skin with gems of cold.
To left and right
there should be peaks and plunging valleys,
but I see nothing that I cannot touch.
Upon this open mountainside
By the Itterbeek
a slow weedy stream
a heron rises
crosses my gravelly path
flies through leaning oaks
to land
steps through green pasture
Summer Morning
(Reflection on 'Summer Evening' a sonnet by John Clare)
In the dew, footprints marked by silver jewels,
Lightfoot pads gently, raising paw to pose
boldly by the meadow's edge and views
the land and sniffs the breeze with wrinkled nose.
Below the pond the iris banks, plashed white and gold
half-hide the chicken coop, shut tight
A Day Out in London
I love a day out in London it’s not hard
With a one-day travel card
This will get me around without a fuss
By tube, train or bus
The first stop is Covent Garden for a coffee and a bun
And watch the street entertainers who are so much fun
Autumn Interim
The last, best embers
Of the summer’s heat
Are in September’s gift.
A gentle, yellow thrift,
Filtered by depleted
Trees. The air remembers.
Avocados
Your avocado is sanguine.
It believes it can ripen
even in a cold room.
It cannot wait to be cut
and expose its flesh to you.
Anemones Anemones I want to depict. Anemones I cannot depict. Anemones bloom in my heart. Anemones are unseen. Anemones are vague. Anemones ...