Where we live Borrowed views Stretch the imagination;The thread of the lane over the hill, The upland ridge Or blanket of moorland fog;Always aware of our windswept ride And the light of the Western sky. Unique Is the position of our home;Though once those ancient stones Yielded No view,Sparing the inhabitants Of the prevailing windThatContinue reading “Their Space, Our Space”
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In The Veil
The veil a lifting remnant isCloaks the valley far below Strength of wind And storm blown leaves Fall and scatter Drift like snowAll around tall planting fallenAutumnal feel the garden wearsLate summer stakes it’s claim of sunLast flush of colourLifts our cares
Under Storm Clouds
A storm cloud swells as heaven sighs Where ribbon of grey threads the skiesClouds are heavy,dense,opaqueIn shades of blue and streaks of slate.The light beneath a fleeting trace Entangled in the storm’s embraceIntense the green of fields belowA shifting patchwork all aglow. Contrasts illuminate and define In every brushstroke, mark and lineVeil of rain,intense inContinue reading “Under Storm Clouds”
Unseen
If I can stand a while in thought, and tranceThe clouds away to brighter clearer skies; Along the lane I’ll run and glimpse a passing glance Afforded in return a valuable surprise.The hedges tall ensconced with bramble, Sink sunken lanes devoid of any view;But every now and then like rhythmic punctuation rambles, A gateway lightsContinue reading “Unseen”
Faraway Lane
Undulating with twist and turnSnake like It stretches out beforeSteeply banked on either sideAfforded by An occasional glimpsePunctuating the lineAs gatewaysOpen Across the valley slopesSoft green and pastoralTo the filigreed trees on the Opposite ridgeBefore leaningOnce again Into the depths of the sunken world FootwornDark and closed Deep and secluded where air is stilled HiddenWithContinue reading “Faraway Lane”
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.
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”
Haiku- Bigbury
liminal lineclouds float over mirrored sandspun cotton candy
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 