A veil Between the sky and moorland lineAn ephemeral Ever changing hue of soft pinks and creamTouches the earth with a gentleness Of morning which So rarely seen Belying the complexity we’ve seenThe rising sunDispels the cloudSee what a morningPerfect and true.
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Easter Light in a Monochrome World
A world in monochrome;The moorland uplands stolen to the mist;There’s a chill in the air.British summertime;Official stance, but to achromatic striation The skies returnIn a blanket of greyAnd intermittent rain.My world needs light; Merge pascal flame And joyful song-Somehow.For this is how-Somehow The wrath of Godto God of loveTransformed and satisfied Casts the shroudDispels theContinue reading “Easter Light in a Monochrome World”
No going Back
There’s no going backTo smooth shape- shifting sand The ebb and flow A Light- hung shore There’s no going backTo the transient hazeThe stillness of morning Winter’s lightThere’s no going backThe moment is gone Captured by lensThe now became thenThere’s no going backBlank canvas to start Broad stroke of the brushShape- shifting lineThere’s no goingContinue reading “No going Back”
Winter Equinox
When winter casts her mantleAnd shrouds the weakest sunTrees with filigreed branchesSilhouette the barest groundA pinkish -grey envelopesCloud hangs thick beneath.
Lost in Candle Flame
Lost in the hypnotic Scented essence A lengthened wickFlickers high Drift into the warmth Comfort wraps A soft spun glow Tapers slowDream over thoughts Softened and stillNight subdues dayHopes return.
Morning Light
To cheer a dreary day.
Evening Light
I was drawn to this view – the perspective , the vanishing lines and the light.
The Tower
A winding staircase Tread A darkened stepA sunken dish Misshapen Smooth and worn By boots UnseenLight shardsThat danceLike arrowsBowedAs dust motesSpiralIn the miasmatic AirAscendent climbTo lungs release To drink the viewHeld aloft
Evening Rain
Rain percolates Through the glassEach dropLike resinDistilledTo trickle down The paneA fusion Each beadEmbracingUntilThe obscuredBecomes clearOnce moreAnd all is ObsidianAs night returns.
Happy Place!
Having painted now over six weeks, I have worked on a series of pictures exploring local and not so local beaches. I have painted from photographs mostly, but now I can see a definite style emerging. Acrylic allows for mistakes and change, and I am constantly lightening areas and repainting. Altogether I love seeeing howContinue reading “Happy Place!”
Ruth Partridge 