In rings of bright water
The days of stormy autumn come
Mother, child, brother, son,
Memories, like dust, infest my eyes, 
Swirling, like Turner’s skies;
Like water under wind,
Mixing greys and blacks and whites and blues,
A chiaroscuro, tussling these monochromes
Into the piebald skies of heaven above.

Below, girls in mucky summer dresses,
Chase boys with unruly mothers,
Fathers absent, except in dreams,
O! Where do all the shadows go?

Blackberrying down languorous lanes leads only to this
Kiss, O! It's bliss
To be dancing with winter’s handmaids
Dancing to a frenzy, unfreezing
The ice crystals of the mind,
Stripping bare all that the human heart endures


Tide Turner | February 22, 2020 - Air MailTurner, Joseph Mallord William | Credit: Tate / Tate Images Copyright: © Tate / Tate Images


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Wed 16th Dec 2020 03:53

So good John. Your poetry inspires me. 💖

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