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”
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Twixt Land and Sea
An iridescence tops spun waves Foaming on the shoreline;I am near blinded by the light Of the setting sun;Heaven’s halo Between the island and the shore;The warmth and depth of the Autumn starBrings heaven to earthIn proximity,This liminal placeTwixt land and sea.
Earth’s shores
Earth’s shoresThose boundaries defined As sand slips silently awayNeither land nor sea A liminal placeShape shifting Where nothing is solidDraws like the gravitationalPull of the tideTo cast thoughts In anonymityTo the wavesYet closer in fragility ensconcedTo the emphemeral nature Of the spiritHeard by the cry of the gullAnd all of heaven above. Inspired by aContinue reading “Earth’s shores”
Sea Fury
Salt spray and raucous noiseIn the face Dogs bark to the wind The waves ebb and flowDrawn back, curled low Churning the Old Devon Sandstone Sucked from under the red stained cliffs;Erosion in drifts;Scars tell the storyThe coast path’s moved Again.Drawn are we toThe pebbled shore, The shelving beach, The pounding waves,Whipped up swell;Faces toContinue reading “Sea Fury”
Twisted Ribbon- the power of the Sea in Me
Pulsation of the sound Shingle on shore Mesmerising motionEyes glued to The twisted ribbon Snaking the shoreline to the sound Of the waves Some distance away But so real So haunting Memories flood by Energy of the sea Fills every partI cannot turn awayThe power of the sea In me.
Mirrored the Surface
Mirrored the surface with stories to tell; Play of light in marbled hues of blue;Snake-line the glassy ground;Cut clean lines over hidden currents That shift in secretUnder the bend in the estuary mouth-Devil’s PointSeparating the country from the Great seafaring city Of maritime fame,With sinister depths and strange Divisions of water churning, Spiralling under;No hintContinue reading “Mirrored the Surface”
Footsteps without Words
The eye is drawn To capture The broad skySoft haze of the shorelineThe filtered lightThe beauty Of defined grandeur.The ear is drawn To rhythmic motionSounds without callsPowerful and resolute The heart is drawn To footsteps without words.Be still my soul.
Evening on The Slapton Line
From the Cliffs
Change within miles
How lucky we are to live between the moors and the sea. Sometimes we feel in a bubble of our own microclimate. A short drive and everything can be different. A strengthening windAnd unsettled sky Grey mist intermittent over the moorA short distance South To where land meets the sea Over the hill The seaContinue reading “Change within miles”
Ruth Partridge 