I got another new set of paints entitled “Woodlands.”
Even the name “Woodlands” felt poetical, so naturally, poetry ensued. The first one isn’t so much a poem as it is a bunch of phrases using the names of the paints in the palette (in bold). The second one had me reaching further for the images I wanted.
Woodlands I
I walk the sand ridge
Till I see a cavern in the mist,
And a bear in its shadows.
Looking for daylight,
I cross the stream,
Stepping on gray stones.
Suddenly, I’m in the thick of redwoods
And deep moss
And foxberry bushes.
At last I see the blue-green glitter
Of sunlight on the pond.
I was a bit perplexed by the color “foxberry,” but decided that if there is a foxberry, there must be a foxberry bush.
Woodlands II
The woodlands call –
Pine-scented voice,
Checkered sunlight,
Scattered bird song,
Skittering critters,
Whispering leaves,
Glitter-green pond,
Fallen acorns,
And the deep
dense
presence
Of the LORD God Almighty.
I might write out the second one in the blue space at the top of the painting. Thoughts? Opinions? Critiques?
I sense that a squirrel will gnaw on this post with its strong jaws and teeth in the morning.
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