If I could slow the moving tide of Autumn, Stop each and every leaf prepared to fall;Would I miss the fading hues verbatim,The beauty in the colours of perennials tall?Chattering, the swallows meet too soon to fly;Patterned forms stir beauty in striation; The buzzard shrieks an urgency of cry;Across open land, a shadowed murmuration. HowContinue reading “Sonnet- Autumn”
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Where The River Meets the Sea
Consider the birds for they neither reap nor sow …. consider the lilies of the field how they grow; they neither toil or spin. Why worry ? Matt chp 6 So when I paint, I consider the beauty of what I see in all of nature and today I thought there is nothing grander orContinue reading “Where The River Meets the Sea”
From Stars to Scars
In their wakeStars leave trailsEthereal chemistry Woven through time Across dark skiesLike memoriesTrailing within our livesFrom stars to scarsWhispers stretchedTranscendent inTime and spaceRemembered for ever.
Restless
Bright the moonRiven and intenseDeep the shadowsUnder blackened trees which Cloak the view.The wind is heldSilence loadedMagnifying movementand strange noises of the night. Bold the outlinesOf bovine formsGraze in rhythmic functionInhale and exhaleShuffle and cough A poignancy, an urgencythe shriek of the owlA passing carCuts through the stillnessWorn rubber on tarmacRestless the soulAwake and drawnContinue reading “Restless”
Dawn is held
Pink the hueSteals the remnant Night slips awayBlackened forms of branchesCast sharp silhouettesAnd for a moment filigreed fingersHold the skyAs dawn is held As colours mergeTo bluish grey. https://www.threads.net/@slow_lane_art_and_garden_
Glimpse through the Gate
brighter the day a golden orb alighting a Midas touch Acrylic on board Spent four days trying to get contrasts right and enable the top to talk to the bottom to make it convincing.
Walk in the Rain
Streams trickle along the edgeLike miniature fish-scales glisteningCriss crossing Perpetual in motionRibbons on the side of roadOf mirrored tarmac.Head bowedTo the sloshing of Worn gumbootsCoat at saturation pointA haze of mist Spits in the face.Spent grasses flopArched and bowedTiny droplets Hang Cobwebs sparkleColours stay muted In the grey.
On Holne Moor
They mined for tinBeneath blue skiesWhere skylarks sing And swallows soarAnd call of summer home. Joyous the meadow pipit’s Undulated flight Low over tinner’s spoil Now clothed in gorsePink Heather driftsAlong the edgeOf long forgotten mining lore.Perky, the stonechat pair Bob between bush and mire.He bright and sporting red like hunting pinkShe a modest brownishContinue reading “On Holne Moor”
To Look Above
It gives us joyTo look above To clearnessOf the blue A cloudless skyEarth’s mantleArches over With clarity of vista Drawn deep with searchingThe optic nerve seeks patternsThe wherewithal the heavensAnswers yet unknown Stretch endlessly awayOur vision finiteLost within the blueNo clouded markersNo cairns to mark the wayA thinness stretchedBefore usA wonder Of the beauty ofContinue reading “To Look Above”
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”
Ruth Partridge 