Paintings now at
Blades running deep cut in hillsides
Curving visceral combinations of time
Checking in unison with passion.
Ears of corn
Born to remember
Because it is simple; you can.
Flash a light in the eyes of a running rabbit
Reflecting the lost moments
The passing thoughts.
Drifting out to sea
On a carefully crafted paper raft.
Water lapping around dampening spirits
Chilling wind biting at frozen dreams
Crushed tins rattling in a jar
Brushing cauldrons of oil rags burning
Competing with clouds and rainfall
How we wish the spell had been broken.
Getting to go in crushed velvet sequins
Leaving the suit for the moment
That’s what the tinder box is saying
A message of regret
That life needs tending
The story is set
February 14th 2018
Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright