Bittel reservoir
a hefty walk from home
especially for an art
student
armed with a sketchbook
and camera
(35mm SLR; monochrome
film)
and two dogs, one past
her sell-by date
the other overweight
and grumbling.
The poetry of a
twenty-something:
haibun, perhaps, though
little did I know it.
Short poetry with brief
sketches
the hills, the forest;
the desperate clutch of
a rusting tractor
to the muddy riverbank
of its demise.
In love with Lewty (his
artwork, anyway)
I invented words;
neologisms
for introspective
emotions .
Mesi, Endrago, Ootpa.
The lichgate of St
Bartholomew's
a sheltered haven
beneath the lowering skies
where thunderclouds of
Judgement
bear down upon an
Unbeliever.
Image: Bittel Reservoir 2015 10 cm x 14cm Graphite on watercolour paper. £30 inc P&P
4 comments:
"though little did I know it" Heh. Me. :)
And oh the final couplet.
This is so lovely, Rachel.
Thank you kindly :)
Reading this I felt like I took the hike with you. Me grumbling and gasping - you taking pics and thinking. We then hunkered down in St Bartholomew's together....comfy and a bit damp but satisfied. Lovely indeed.
Thanks, Aims. It would have been nice to have company :)
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