a first little sample portfolio of pictures for A FOREST OF WORDS CONCERNING THE FOREST

 

#2283 -- a cat’s coughup for furball world

 

2283

7.90

1.iv.26

a cat’s coughup for furball world

 

days I’m hardly here squeak by

breathless

 

there’s a hole in my head

for circumambulance

 

one goes on with a wherewithal

with a whisk of whim

 

fond greetings

little sniff and tell

 

I make my own horizon here

 

we’ve all been tricked by time

 

#2282 -- on a roll

 

2282

7.89

31.iii.26

on a roll

 

it’s from nothing day comes

 

piece of the hill

a blue cone

 

even the dark is to be imagined

 

bucket almost empty yet

voice commands

 

a kit – some necessaries

grievance

 

cloud settle

and a close up star

 

same old problems of sky

messianic

 

just my way with the world

 

#2281 -- breeze is waking steps through spent grass

 

2281

7.88

30.iii.26

breeze is waking steps through spent grass

in the Botanical Gardens

 

a tree is only reaching

 

and that’s the why of up

 

we colour it will seeing

 

hoof it

summer to the shade

 

far fling of such

 

a few steps in the garden show

 

world’s turn for an illusion

 

there’s always a bit of sky

always a bloom of whiff

 

I make a midst of it

 

sending words

where they won’t want to go

#2280 - stairs run up me here

 

2280

7.87

29.iii.26

stairs run up me here

 

below the flower

 

there’s more of a story

in an old face

 

give money to a beggar

 

make a wish

#2279 -- the carnival splendour is leaving

 

2279

7.86

28.iii.26

the Carnival Splendour is leaving

pathetic fallacy

 

it’s like three cherries come up

it’s duty free we’re soaked in

 

there’s a water slide

a tug to the heads

 

all ashore

your better judgement not wanted on the voyage

 

past pinchgut and the carrier grey

 

they take the tide

 

boat with a drunken lope

 

they crowd the railings who desire foolishly to go

hither and yon

 

fled forms

 

the ferris wheel, jolly jaws

 

hip hip

and where are the streamers gone?

 

like it says on the side

‘choose fun’

#2278 -- clarity

 

2278

7.85

27.iii.26

clarity

for the Gore Cove Track Series

 

there is the blue of it

lit with our going, coming

our standing just here

 

a day as if carved from

ant hollowed

 

what was burnt and what will

shadows fixing, cloud flit

 

least crevice a mudspark

 

passage of a sun to task

 

cloud no shade

 

tussle of furl-down roots

 

the knowing of turns and next

 

stone where the foot has worn a way

 

lain its thousand years

 

and still under the blue of it all

 

steps down, up

and steps away

 

only the voice of the stream

#2277 -- cut out of the picture

 

2277

7.84

26.iii.26

cut out of the picture

ekphrastic for

Nahom Teklehaimanot’s ‘No Shore for the Living, No Shore for the Dead’ 

 

there is no face but made of another

no hand but must have held

 

lips and all the world drawn out –

disguises, chains of gravity

 

the dove of exile

wings to say

 

the grimace

a chess field

 

if there is a mask to wear

it’s all the eyes to haunt me still

 

one feels how we all fall 

#2276 -- can any eye take all in?

 

2276

7.83

25.iii.26

can any eye take all in?

ekphrastic for Grace Cossington Smith’s ‘The Curve of the Bridge’

 

all for art

 

this geometry is open ended

stands on stone

 

another shore approaches

 

the funnels of mother pass under

          arrive

 

distance is infinite

 

tools down this hour

workers absent

 

shadow falls over itself

 

strange weights

 

a frame of leaving

 

time’s arc

 

we could have left it there

 

one more harbour sculpture

 

not all of it ever yet to be crossed

 

there’s a sky of gradual strokes 

#2275 - mind your step

 

2275

7.82

24.iii.26

mind your step

Gore Cove Track Series

 

slippery when first lit

 

try not to muddy

 

here’s hat collecting

here’s running of the creek

 

as rain from nothing falls

your puddle’s just a sky come down

 

look up!

cliff adorned in creep

 

I call it another country

every day I’m here

 

sun as through glass

I gather to the page

 

first shadows then show

colour of stone shows

 

and all around the shining

 

I like a leaf green mistlight

 

take eye to the top of the tree

 

a leaf in the afterfalls

day upfurls

 

everything rain touches, blessed

 

cove is a shimmer skein tide in

 

prints in wet sand where it’s out

 

close, like this heaven is

heavens are

 

and then the wash off

 

these few notes falling away

#2274 -- between the black and the white

 

2274

7.81

23.iii.26

between the black and the white

 

all this

all the colours there are

 

a flower up

find heavens

 

time drains

 

so many shades of us and must

 

the smile skin

blood falling

 

miscegenant, all are

 

red beak

a treerise

 

the bunnies on the moss

a fox

first light shows

 

it’s so as smudge far

 

wings diaphanous as guess

 

won’t it all fall together here

#2273 - in all the places of the dark

 

2273

7.80

22.iii.26

in all the places of the dark

 

paws forward, scratch to eke

 

faith that the day will come

 

in all the corners of the dark

in the wings where we wait

 

very few see what I do

yet

 

all the colours of the dark

fix an eye for later

 

my dream shone

 

pillow for a cloud come down

 

in all this then

a day dive

 

eyes up

to receive a sky