Posts tagged ‘France’

19/07/2013

Gwen John

 

Of all the moments, there you were:

Alone in thoughts, and thoughts alone,

With lessons learned in fields of corn,

With pasts to run from, pasts which form.

 

Alone in knowing reverie.

An open book of worlds to touch.

Alone and deeper still, within:

Those worlds of darkness, warmth and words.

 

From Bordeaux, running field to field,

Remember all those tainted hopes?

From Britain, homeless, drifting, cold,

Whilst all around was burning light

 

That strength once learned has found its poise:

A stillness brought from years of pain.

 

 

inspired by the work of painter Gwen John, especially “The Student” in Manchester Art Gallery

http://www.wikipaintings.org/en/gwen-john/the-student-1903

 

 

 

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03/02/2013

Three Colours: Blue

 

The beads of simple, tinted glass:

Between each one the links of loss.

The music of their chimes when touched:

The glittered schisms, splitting light.

 

Each facet shines with bitter dreams.

Each angle cut betrays a past,

A slight, a trap, a loveless chill,

And yet a life which always was.

 

The threads which bind are rarely seen.

Beneath the beat, a universe;

Between the beads and solid earth

The scattered force of freedom’s cost.

 

The grief which comes with cutting loose

The bluest segments of the sky.

 

 

Response to the film Three Colours: Blue.

26/01/2013

Walking to France (Walk No. 6)

 

The rock thrush calls through vultured skies,

And high above the spirits build.

The valley plain has seen the change,

As voltine butterflies emerge.

 

The gathered heat has history’s tongues,

And summons up the mystery’s ghosts.

The Perfects’ silent, deathly pyre,

Which lingers odourless and long.

 

The mountain griffon circle round,

As step by step we walk the track

Which wartime settlements had planned.

Ignored by all, the bones are dust.

 

Across the border nothing’s changed:

The Cathar’s rock thrush sounds the same.