A couple of poems

In a Shady Nook by a Babbling Brook.  

All large rivers intrigue us –

Our servants since time came upon us.

We harness you to our needs,

You, reluctant, always comply and resign yourselves to us.

 

Smaller rivers seek quiet countryside to hide . . .

Then delight us!

You calm and caress us.

You peel back our days when you flow before us.

 

We pursue a wonder at your clear water.

Moving without hurry,

Untroubled,

You return here.

 

A joy you declare here in these moments.

You demand that we

Be still,

To soak in this serene scene and

Pay homage to this ageless stream caressing its bed of silent stony sand.

 

The stream is Home to delicious intrigues of living creatures.

They are happy in its changing depths,

Its shallow sand pools.

Upon its mossy banks, broken branches hide many mysteries

Of unseen, alone, creatures,

Busy with their business of this day.

Even they pause to take in this scene of magic they call home.

 

Do not simply stand;

Take time to sit, to count your fortune already deposited

Here in these moments.

Please your mind,

Sense your good luck,

Take hold of the colours of this life.

 

The sounds are babbling over the changing layers,

Not still; always gentle.

What luck to visit this haven by chance.

And capture forever this awaking memory.

Look to the cloud above that adds a silent cover to favour this agreeable space.

Then . . .

Kingfisher races your heart

Skimming his river to drink cool life of the day.

Stay oh stay.

by Brian Wilkinson   July  2019 .

 

 

My Mind is Leaking Memory

It takes much longer now to find

Those treasures stored inside my mind

And things I once so carefully wrapped,

I open up but find they’re cracked.

And oh, the dust is settling fast,

Obscuring all my precious past.

That speech, that book, that lovely time –

Where are they now? I see no sign –

But there’s a flash and there’s a shade –

A recollection yet to fade.

I leap to catch it, hold it close,

Breathe life into this half-formed ghost.

My mind is leaking memory.

Soon there’ll be nothing left.

by Jenny Gilbert  

A busy summer

Lots of family and friends visiting this summer. Thomas (5 and a half) loved coming into the art group while he was here. He liked doing junk modelling and painting.

Patricia has been very prolific as usual

Two beautiful paintings from Colin – one not finished yet

I always love whatever Jackie or Dawn do – usually always watercolour

This stunning pencil drawing is from Dawn S

One of our guests, Janet, brought her watercolours with her even though the group was not open  while she was here. She is really improving

I felt the need to paint cornwall

This painting started off as a Cornish landscape as well but it just wasn’t working for me so I painted over it and turned it the other way round. I think I will do this more often !

 

always learning

I am trying hard not to do paintings which are very detailed. It is quite a discipline for me. I love to see atmospheric paintings that are very impressionistic but find that I cannot do this myself. I am still trying and just did this Venice painting. Always learning !!

A poem

The creative writing group worked together to create this emotive poem

 

A View

and there I was a child

digging the deepest hole ever

fighting the tide

and building barricades

to hold back the sea

 

and music played from

transistor radios

 

and there she was my mum

anchoring down the big blanket

between  flapping deckchairs

and brushing sand from

shrimp paste sandwiches

 

and there too were the aunts

knotted headscarves under their chins

peeling hardboiled eggs

toes peeping out from peep-toe sandals

summer coats held close

 

and greensleeves chimed from

ice-cream vans

 

then the sea raced in

and as we moved back

we became condensed

into a smaller patch of beach

like fish in a sardine can

 

“what a lark!”  “Oh Lor!!”

and I don’t know where that came from . . .

 

for here I am a man

pushing the heavy shutters

the morning sun pours in

the milky sea has become a glassy patchwork

a million mirrors moving

 

they are a contemporary dance

bobbin like cotton reels in an industrial mill

like the shrill of gulls

following shoals of fish

 

look over there

a faraway fisherman

anchors down hard

and pulls in his twisted net

 

and over here

a boy bike thrown to the sand

a black shape against

all that light all those lights

 

I can barely see

It’s as if the world has stopped.

From the last couple of weeks

It was lovely to see Gill’s grandchildren, Millie and Madie, today. they were sketching and making Christmas decorations – yes I know !!!

Patricia did these beautiful birds

I love this from Colin – a very busy Vietnamese street vendor

Jackie was experimenting with tissue paper and water colour – beautiful

Gill had made this gorgeous bag

… and Brigitte was making patchwork table mats

A couple of water colours from me. I totalling spoilt the bottom one by adding a background so that’s been put in the cupboard !!

A few highlights from this week

Frances was reluctant to spread her wings and try something experimental with wet tissue paper and splurges of colour as usually she is veery precise in her water colours. But she is loving it and has finished another fantastic painting

Colin finished this painting at home

Steve was only using a palette knife for this one

Patricia finds images online and then produces them as a painting but it’s all from memory

I loved doing these with watery acrylic and water colour on a canvas

lots of sunflowers

Sunflowers seemed to be the theme today. Sue is making large strides with her painting

Another couple from Patricia

Frances was so impressed (as were we all) with her tissue paper contemporary mixed media painting that she started another one

Anne finished her stag

… and Colin has nearly finished this stunning acrylic

This week’s work

Three pots of flowers

I was struggling to keep the lightness in this picture

Anne was experimenting with paint mixed with glue and WD40. Amazing results

A very graphic painting from Jan

Patricia’s latest acrylic

lots of different things

We were doing a morning of experimenting with different mediums and Anne did these atmospheric paintings with acrylic paint

A beautiful watercolour from Dawn (F)

Sue isa really improving with her watercolours

Margaret was doing a bit of decoupage

Gill was painting some cards

Frances always does beautiful watercolours

We decided to paint flowers in mixed media

The cockerel is finished