Acrylics on canvas, 45x61cm.
I know a place where the birds sing softly.
I know a place where the leaves lie gently.
I know a place where field mice forage
And wood lice feast
on fallen logs.
I know a place where the wind sighs high through the canopy
and pine needles drop to replenish the earth
in a thick spiky carpet of orange and brown.
I know a place where we always meet
To renew our bonds
In secret union.
I know a place where I will be happy
To spend eternity
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Acrylics on card, 42x30cm.
Meet me in the Birch Wood
Where the leaves are fa’ing doon,
One efter the other
An’ strewan a’ aroun’.
Orange and yellow wi’ bright red stalks
They litter the emerald green
Like confetti at our waddin’,
Discarded at the scene.
Ye’ll need tae wrap up warm now
An’ pit oan yer strippit scarf,
Fur there’s a snell wind blawin’
Ower the cauld dark earth.
Leave the Chanel in the closet
And pull on those long black Skinnys.
And fur-lined boots are the answer
Tae keep attached yer minnies.
For winter is almost upon us
With early falls of snow.
And frosty mornings whiten the grun
After starry black nights below.
Meet me where the Long-tailed Tits
And tiny Coals and Blue,
Pick their way through the high canopy
Of rowan and dark green yew.
Searching in every nook
For grubs to sustain them tight
In huddled roosts in sheltered cranny
Through the long dark night.
Don’t disappoint me my darling
For I need to see you once more,
To ask if you could ever still love me
Like you did wance ‘afore.
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I prize winter’s flowers, fragile and delicate,
blooming at roadside rock-cuts. Frozen waterfalls,
hanging tusks and soda straws, cauliflower mounds
and scallop shells glow like moonbeams, veins
beneath pale winter skin, or translucent tourmalines
in rust, green and pink. Reflecting and refracting
the slightest light, they magnify a weakened sun” *
Subconscious Musing, 1 January 2015, acrylics on paper, 59x42cm.
* from “Winter Flowers” by David K. Leff.
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“They serve revolving saucer eyes,
dishes of stars; they wait upon
huge lenses hung aloft to frame
the slow procession of the skies.
They calculate, adjust, record,
watch , measure distances. transits
They carry pocket telescopes
to spy through when they walk abroad.
possess their eyes; they face Spectra
upwards, alert for meteorites,
cherishing little glassy worlds;
receptacles for outer space.” *
Stars in their Eyes”
Derived from Subconscious Musing, 19 December 2014, acrylics on paper, 42x59cm.
A very Merry Christmas to each and every one who has visited my inconstant blog, who is now “following”, and who has been kind enough to indicate a liking for some of my work. Thanks!
* Extract from “
” by Fleur Adcock, 1979. The Ex-Queen Among The Astronomers
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