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I'VE GOT BLISTERS ON MY FINGERS! 

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SUNSET DAWN

In or exhale of winter breath,
Farmland and woods wet, cold and worn.
A thunderous volley of red echoes
Through the chill of life's passing.
The heat of nature's heart
Warms the land for now and then.
Every being
Dancing to its beat.

(1999) Acrylic on canvas 30 x 20 inches

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THE LEWIS CARROLL EXPERIENCE

Autumnal red and orange
Rooted in the middle of a wooded 'corpse'
Of little England.
A passage to times gone and past,
From an amber room of nature's womb.

(1999) Acrylic on canvas 30 x 20 inches

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SLEEPWALKING JOURNEY

Head feels heavy;
Bones tired and sore
Unconscious relief of yesterday's pain.
Sleep and dream,
Hide-away from life,
Walk away from the
Waking burden of living life.
Journey to purple hues;
Yellow golden glow and soft bright lights,
Half-away wish to stay from the day.

(1999) Acrylic on canvas 36 x 24 inches

£250.00

 

JACK'S BACK

First frost,
Dusted sky coeruleum blue,
Greets eyes across a white frost.
Morning frost, how's it been?
It's been a spring and summer and a day, since the last frost.
A misted shroud rises slowly
Through morning's start,
Bitter sweet his freezer burn kiss,
A drunken numbness, foundation
Of his sculptured gift.

(1999) Acrylic on canvas 36 x 28 inches

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LIGHT FALLS HEAVILY

Light falls heavily upon the ground
Washing through the dense dark wood.
Light touches all as if a tide of colour.
The wood wakes to its bath
Of light and warmth,
Reds, yellows,
Blues and greens,
Vibrant and bright,
Shine on brightly
Through each hollow and glade.
This weight of light imbeds itself
Into every nook until the day's end,
When light's fall is caught by
The dark light of nightfall.

(1999) Acrylic on canvas 36 x 28 inches 

£200.00

 

SLEEPLESS NIGHTS

Arhhh ! Aching red and raw,
Sleep,
Sleep is all that I want.
Mind running at a hundred thousand miles a second.
Comfort is a thing of the past,
Sleeping becomes a mission rather than a function.
All that I want is to slip
From the bonds of conscious thought
And sink deep,
Into an all-enveloping coma of SLEEP.

(1999) Acrylic on canvas 30 x 20 inches

£250.00

 

MUDDY WATERS

Beat of a torn light,
Through ripped canvas sky
On this idle evening scene.
Muddy waters furrowed waves,
Spun from sunlit shots,
Coloured swells
On imprinted earth from heavy labour.
Fallen arches night marches
Blue rolled day life ebbs away cold,
Darkness becomes bold.

(1999) Acrylic on canvas 36 x 28 inches

£250.00

 

MORNING AFTER THE NIGHT BEFORE

Empty bottle, stale breath,
Worn limbs and a stabbing head.
The poison ache from the night before
Hangs on the body and in the air.
All around and all about,
Every molecule pulling and tugging.
A haunting world
In a stir of taunting
Cracks the unconscious,
Poking and prodding the broken remains
Until the end of the day.

(1999) Acrylic on canvas 36 x 28 inches

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25061647

A numbered code becomes my only link
Through cable and wire,
Thousands and millions of feet
Between the hearth and hell.
Freedom beckons across a wall,
Comings and goings of life taunt me, cars drive by,
Lights in nearby houses come on and off.
Street lamps burn with an electric pulse,
Stars shine and a comet passes across the night.
Familiar sounds down the line help to conjure
Memories and thoughts
That ease my pained mistake.
I stare mindlessly at my reflection and into my eyes,
Listening intently,
To every millisecond of the conversation
Not caring whether its just trivia,
Just loving the release
From this foolish self-imposed sentence,
Which seems to unlock my newly numbered name.
Allowing me to step back away over the wall,
For half a heartbeat of peace.

(1999) Acrylic on canvas 30 x 20 inches
 

£250.00

 

ENTER THE CLOWN

Rain emerges seamless into the world,
Washing away the lines and contours of scenery sets,
Giving the world a new scene and stage.
Enter the clown stage right.
An earth sun cloudburst,
Colours turn and come together,
Muddy, purple-blue
Without a clue, no rule, nature true.

(1999) Acrylic on canvas 36 x 28 inches 
 

£250.00

 

WEATHERED REFLECTIONS

After a rained wind, now a drained storm.
This peopled place washes away,
Colours shine and reflections come out of hiding.
They and their origin merge,
One becomes many
In a delicate coloured wash,
Showering a shattered liquid light
Into the sodden eyes of watered passers-by.

(1999) Acrylic on canvas 36 x 28 inches

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5 TO 1, BABY

The neon nightclub light,
Becomes the only contour
And shape of its patrons.
It comes to a point,
Where the level of alcohol
And testosterone reaches a critical mass,
And the male of the species takes a gambled chance.
A lone female,
Still unattached by five to one,
Sits at the bar.
So the games are begun,
The dice cast and the cards dealt.
Odds at five to one are posted.

(1999) Acrylic on canvas 36 x 28 inches

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WASHING THE BLUES AWAY/BIRDBATH
After a day's slog,
She slides into a bath
Of clear and scented water.
Hot and sensual to the skin
She takes in the heat,
Wipes away
The blues and greys
And muck of the day.
Reds and flesh come to the surface.
No thought,
No cares,
Base comfort and pleasure
Are all that remain
From this liberating rejuvenation.

(1999) Acrylic on canvas 36 x 28 inches
 

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THE GILDED CAGE

Perched in her silver cage,
She watches the sunrise,
As it lights up her glass house.
No more the special one, the centre of all,
Just another face, her time gone.
The sun's kiss
Her only touch of warmth,
Long past fleeting fame,
Worshippers and phoneys no more.
Adorned by golden silver and silver gold,
Cold love none returned,
Just a lonely ache is all.

(1999) Acrylic on canvas 36 x 28 inches