The absence of fairy lights
reveals the gloom of January.
Let’s make our own light.
Author: Sarah
Goldcrest
Glimpse of movement
overhead, a tiny bird almost
lost among branches
drops downwards,
capped fire-streak searching
restlessly for insects
expertly probing the bark then
stopping briefly to show
the world its beauty.
New for 2019, I’ve decided to start sharing my art here along with my poems. I paint wildlife (mainly birds) on silk. I’ve set myself the challenge to write a poem to go with each of my paintings, starting with this goldcrest that I painted last year. I thought I’d try an acrostic poem, I’ve not written one of those since I was at school 30 years ago! Hope you enjoy it & wishing you all the best for 2019.
Murmuration
Thousands upon thousands of starlings
dance against a pink sunset.
A parallel flock of humans
stand and marvel.
Boxing day walk, Shap
A russet blur runs
arrow-straight
through green fields.
A fox, fleeing
the baying hounds.
A seasonal bouquet
If you, too, find this season
sometimes tinged
with melancholy,
I send you a bouquet
picked from my garden
at summers end.
Sunlight turned
to structure,
beauty in the seeds
of tomorrow.
The light catchers
Stepping out
of the seasonal rush,
drivers stop
by the estuary edge.
–
Together we pause,
momentarily,
to catch the light
as it fades.
Deepen your practice
A mixed media experiment
and a message to myself.
Go deeper.
