The past six months have passed in the blink of an eye. The first and second terms in
Manchester have finished and the first assignment has been submitted. Now, I wait with bated breath for the result. The learning about writing poetry has been immense. Appreciation for the work of my classmates is huge. We have been a great bunch together.
In the second term, we had a three-day workshop on Writing about Relationships which was very enlightening. One of the sessions was held in the Manchester Art Gallery. It reminded me of my frequent visits to Dublin art galleries over the past years to write.
Most recently, I was in the National Gallery and came across three paintings side by side which struck me, so I wrote this poem. As usual, read, enjoy, share and send me some feedback.
three painters, three nudes –
red-hued, turquoise, green –
a common softness of form:
gentle buttock curves,
light shadows of indentation,
rounded torsos, small breasts,
deeply sensual, they capture
their warm-blooded beings.
Eyes dilate, cheeks warm,
torso rises draws a deep sigh,
three painters, three nudes.
I like that you convey so much with so few words.
Lovely colourful sensuous poem in few short lines
Loved it at Bealtaine and love the sensuous roundness again. Ta for sharing
25.11 | 22:15
Grief is experience through the mundane. Simple but powerful. The accompanying image really compliments the poem.
07.11 | 11:14
A great observation! Social media can be a scary place... I also need to reduce my time there
06.11 | 16:24
A great one, Peter, in the context you describe. I don't read social media myself, I doubt my equilibrium could stand it. 'The balance of his mind disturbed' yes, I think it would be.
06.11 | 15:59
Yes, gossip is a weapon of mass destruction.
In my business as well as personal life I have zero tolerance.