a Poem for Thursday....Preston Patrick in March

Preston Patrick in March

Preston Patrick in March.

 If you don’t hurt crows

They won’t hurt you

My father said

And I believed him.

Chorus :-

While water drips

In a blue plastic drum

Water runs from

A pipe in the yard

Water brown bubbling

And smelling strong.

In the ring of trees

Black branched

Against a pearly sky

Crows weave nests.

Chorus:-

Ghost trees hover high

On early green hills

And mist and low cloud

Merge in distant perspectives.

Chorus:-

There sits a flatbed trailer

Unmoved by their caws

And rusty supports form

As iron oxidises.

Chorus:-

The inspiration for the first stanza came out of a poem by Vicki Feaver in her  book,

 “The Handless Maiden”…Cape Poetry

Wasps…

“If you don’t hurt wasps

They won’t hurt you

My father told me.

But I didn’t believe him,”

Kitaj Exhibition in Kendal

I'm inspired. I always am after seeing an exhibition.

This one was at the Abbott Hall Gallery in Kendal.

                          

Showing the work of Kitaj.

So after the show we made our way back down the road to the Bay

and stopped off at The Midland for a drink.

The sky was heavy with purple/blue clouds and the water was stunning.

So I got inspired and made a quicky sketch and wet it with a spot of my Guinness!

Cheers!