Saturday, 24 August 2013

NEVER MORNING WORE TO EVENING BUT SOME HEART DID BREAK

 
Never Morning Wore To Evening But Some Heart Did Break
 
Broken.
Eyes averted from scene,
Covered by her calloused palms,
Elbows her only support;
For the sympathetic hand's ageing touch
Wasn't felt...
 
Forsaken.
Bay silken in death,
Nestling as a lined casket,
Ripples quite sickeningly smug;
For its haunting threat had been
Cruelly dealt...
 
Stricken.
Tears ripped from soul,
Sea-wall dark in mourning,
Seining debris now grave-goods;
For widowhood will hack such a
Harrowing welt...
 
 
My favourite painting when I taught at Birmingham Museum and Art Gallery.
Seining was a fishing method.
The sea-wall remains and whenever I go to Newlyn, I walk upon it.
Walter Langley's painting has always haunted me...


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