Monday, 15 May 2006


There’s something of life in the picture –
dull, dreich mist over storm-dark hills, the lift
of the water as it leaves the canvas,
the peek of light through the foreground
break in the clouds.

I feel wet sand between my toes,
watch eddying rain watering down
shy sunlight, hear the splash of sea
on rocks, the pull of currents.

Wind fresh in my face, drawn into
the scene, I drown in the lake
of a painter’s imagination.

Previously published on the Sound and Image issue of Online Poetry Journal


BondBloke said...

As always, beautiful words; thank you for the inspiration to write this

RiverPoet said...

I'm always a big fan of ekphrasis. Nice work.

Crafty Green Poet said...

Thanks for the comments. I should actually try and find the title of the work that specifically inspired this poem....

Thanks also for the link to your poem, BondBloke!