I’ll go ahead, you told me And then you were gone Lost around the next corner Sometimes I could hear you calling Hurry up! I’m waiting for you! But you were never there I walked, ran, called for you Where are you? Come back! I fell to my knees and wept Why did you leave?…
John William Waterhouse was a later painter of pre-Raphaelite style, which started in 1848 with the formation of the pre-Raphaelite ‘brotherhood’. However, his work was different in many ways from the first painters in that style, being more three-dimensional. His subjects included Arthurian and similar tales, classical tales, and more general subjects. Some of his…
You face a choice And the consequences are steep What to do? Sometimes there’s no way to know You can’t take a peek Behind door one and door two To see how it’s going to go There’s no way to find out So try as you might to consider the pros and cons Your choice…
Striped fur soft and warm Green eyes glow with inner fire Happy purrs give life Nonchalant she sits Pristine paws arranged just so Waiting for service Thirteen years my friend Old girl sleeping safe and close Love given freely
When you are young this is how it is You love your mum and she loves you On the whole, I guess that’s true But sometimes as you grow You look again, and know You grieve a mother’s love you never knew Approval was conditional Affection waxing and waning with every changeable mood And if…
Boat floats freely on the current The river knows where she goes And we trust her to take us there Clouds swirl lazily overhead Painted streaks of white, blue, grey While light fractures gold to green Through overhanging trees Green and gold shower onto the water Leaves and blossom Meadows dance on either side Purple,…
Sitting in a rowboat Easel carefully balanced, brush and palette ready The painter observes the scene The sun shines, fluffy clouds cruise across the sky And a soothing breeze sighs along the water The river takes shape under his hands The greenery of trees and lush grass lining each bank follows Red-tiled farmhouses on the…
Will o’ wisp dances in forest dark and deep Follow, weary traveller, to where you can find sleep I will lead you surely, just watch my guiding light Just a little further, keep my flame in sight. Don’t regard the mud that now is underneath your feet A cosy bed awaits you, soft and warm…
Spinning threads through the days The mind starts weaving, building We make the stories of our lives Constructing the tapestry of fantasy To leave our mark Future people will read The legends of our times We disguise unwelcome truth With the coloured threads of wish And always, since the beginning We paint legacy with agenda…
There were stone stairs, unexpected Right there in the middle of the park They were beautiful, with carved banisters Leading down into a glade of sorts Dark trees rose on either side of the path Shutting out the sun The track quickly vanishing in the gloom No sound No birds, animals, not even wind Following…
Eclectic Assemblage 