Never Morning Wore To Evening But Some Heart Did Break
Eyes averted from scene,
Covered by her calloused palms,
Elbows her only support;
For the sympathetic hand's ageing touch
Bay silken in death,
Nestling as a lined casket,
Ripples quite sickeningly smug;
For its haunting threat had been
Tears ripped from soul,
Sea-wall dark in mourning,
Seining debris now grave-goods;
For widowhood will hack such a
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...