thursday 24

it is all in the under painting
the rest is surface

half moon in a warm southerly wind

the golden light its mantle

away from this past

like shimmer

river bend - Itarakki

everything knew it was night

everything knew it was night

London 0209

corner 20 x 15 cm

Winter Fragment 02 09

I can see the north west tip
beneaths the sun's crown
the sea is a soft soft jade
- almost grey
the day wears a bruise
blushed
siphoned through crimson

two walkers on a circuitous path

a pink slip
off the hem of north island
before the light s start to flash
their onerous task
(benevolent)
that suspension
forever expanding
contracting

a carmine flood
leaching light
leached crimson
leaching down into night
beet root

incidental lights

deep deep soft ember

deep intense pink
resonant hum of a soft
red amongst deep grey blue
over soft grey green
like gathered over a shadow
immense lattitude
rimmed
-
St Mary's mast visible
the wolf, roundhouse
hard to leave
the air is so much bigger

and time recedes
through this gap
of night
and I feel it
returning
like a deep thrumb

second winter fragment

winter fragment