Winter Harbour C. 2005
Pastel on paper,
12 x 12 ins
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Snow drift remnants
Snow drift remnants Dec '10
Lost where they fell, the boy's blue, a girlish pink,
footsteps grey on white, the hushed quiet
after our voices had echo fallen
in the garden ringed with innocence
in the last days of a snowbound season.
Lost where they fell, the boy's blue, a girlish pink,
footsteps grey on white, the hushed quiet
after our voices had echo fallen
in the garden ringed with innocence
in the last days of a snowbound season.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Lost sole / soul survivor
Sole survivor Achill Island 2010
Years trodding the boards
out of Murmansk and the North Sea,
dipping a Toe in the ice fraught oceans
I even got to kick against the emerald chill
of iceberg slopes
now my after life, is here in Achill sound. beached, dryblown
with whale husk and filligrees of netting,
Years trodding the boards
out of Murmansk and the North Sea,
dipping a Toe in the ice fraught oceans
I even got to kick against the emerald chill
of iceberg slopes
now my after life, is here in Achill sound. beached, dryblown
with whale husk and filligrees of netting,
a few baldy dayglow bouys that bobbed out of Liverpool or Swansea,
out there it's seagull screech and a thrum of wave on keel,
my best years had me worn out, shuffling redlight streets in New Amsterdam,
or Hong Kong, I was made for those loafing harbours,
their fish and chips fumes, tar and oil murk,
oh the ardent cigarette buts I scuffed!
oh the ardent cigarette buts I scuffed!
Here its wind keening in the shells and sheep skulls
rain blown famine villages,
ghostly stepping stones for a pier.
rain blown famine villages,
ghostly stepping stones for a pier.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
City under Snow, 2004 (From the Archive)
City under Snow 2004
Acrylic on paper
16.5 x 23 ins
It snowed in the city that year for the first winter in decades,
near where we lived. The lanes and spaces became clean and white,
a stark geometry of urban fields, rooftops and roads.
Acrylic on paper
16.5 x 23 ins
It snowed in the city that year for the first winter in decades,
near where we lived. The lanes and spaces became clean and white,
a stark geometry of urban fields, rooftops and roads.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
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