Billowy fiendish wind sweeps
Sighing leaves from
Wintery willows reaching,
Leaning slender beams
From tender pillows, bending
o’er crispy fire red carpeted paths,
Beside the glistening river Ouse
Through wild woods,
Parting shimmering drapes,
Greeted by a fanning of tiny hands
Seated next to dryads wrapped in cosy ruby capes.
Swirling dervlas swish folksy skirts,
Weaving dreamily through silver birches.
Waiting for woodland girl to emerge, her gown tinged with whispers
of pearly tears.
The audience sighs!
Queen of the forest has arrived!
I had a lovely time at the Westbury Arts Centre in Milton Keynes on Saturday.The Drypoint workshop was tutored by Susan Erskine- Jones. We began with a sketching and photography exercise in preparation for our Drypoint work. Here are a selection of photos I took out in the rambling garden of the farmhouse.
Here are the results: two plates and four prints. Enjoy!
The test piece.
Autumn’s rosy leaves
Warm our hearts as
We wander along the
Sheltered golden path
Of birch, ash and larch,
Weaving magical tales to
Tell by the glowing hearth.
Happy National Poetry Day!
I love to write poetry, however there’s nothing more perfect to do on an autumnal evening than sitting in my fireside chair with a cup of tea or a glass of Damson gin reading from a favourite poet in one of my lovely old poetry books.
Today we’re celebrating everything to do with poetry on National Poetry Day. Enjoy reading a poem today. 🙂 Who are your favourite poets?