Anchor

Anchor

Weighty, bulky, slicing through the depths
Plunging into the darkness, fathoms below
Dragging through water
Caught in the silt
Restriction
Trapped in time
True strength, bulk, hidden
Encrusted by barnacles
Fronds of seaweed clinging
Small fish flitting
Predatory fish gliding, silent

Time passes
Stormy seas erupt
Battering mercilessly above
Wreckage sinks
Becomes lost
Calm settles
More time goes by
Silt shifts
Layers
Hides

A chink of light
Breaks through the gloom
Illuminates dulled metal
Lifted up and up
Away from the restricting silt
Out into the light
True strength revealed
Encrustations scraped away
Displayed in a bright room
Worthy piece of history

Time passes
Light dulls
Dust gathers
Gloom descends
Relegated
To a dim corner
Forgotten
Lost
Worthless
Again.

© 2017, Lesley Saine

[Something can be lost in time, forgotten, buried… then later be rediscovered and found to have worth… and as time passes it can become lost, forgotten, buried again when it’s worth is forgotten]

Autumn of life:

Autumn of life:

Trapped inside
Stifling heat
Outside freezing cold
Staring upwards
Stark white ceiling
Cracks
Jagged
Spreading
Imminent collapse
Who knows when

Sunlight glaring
Overbright
Moisture droplets
Trapped between panes
Riverlets caught
Frozen in time
Light
Playing on leaves
Rustled
By wind
Cool
Clear sky
Pale blue
Fluffy clouds

Piercing cry
Seagull’s territory
Beak jabbing
Mercilessly
Display of power
Dark
Black crow
Retreats
Flapping awkwardly

Autumn of life
For some
Just an
Everyday
Drama
For others

© 2015 – Lesley Saine

A further challenge (putting together a collection of my poetry)

After finishing my fourth novel ‘The Purple Queen’, I have now decided to do a poetry book.  To put all of my poetry into one place as ‘COLLECTED POEMS’.

Many of the earlier poems were included in my fantasy series of ThornRose Novels: ‘The Death Angels’ Vol 1; ‘Death? Or Glory?’ Vol 2, ‘The DeathRose’ Vol 3; and ‘The Purple Queen’ Vol 4.  More recent poems were created in 2015.

It will be good to have all of them, as a record, in one place.

 

Artist’s dilemma

Artist’s dilemma

Canvas paintings, medium, supposedly as practice
‘Supposedly’ because they were meant to be
Somehow they have taken on a new life
A pencil sketch, added marker line
Washed with acrylic in brilliant hues
Now medium canvases sit disjointed
Bird doodle one side, pattern on the other
On either side of a larger canvas
The doodle, the pattern, repeated as one
Neatly fitting together on the central large canvas
Making it almost a triptych
Sitting on top, yet another large canvas
Bare white canvas, marked with pencil
Awaiting its marker line, when the pen arrives
To follow, its wash of acrylic, and then?
Who knows? Hesitancy to follow through?
Yet again. Perhaps another repeat to come?
Or flood this canvas with added shades?
Let the deed be done
To repent at leisure
Or leave it as it is
Enjoying the vibrancy
Splash of colour
Brightening
Dark
Dusty
Room.
© 2015, Lesley Saine

Deciding not to add another colour to the medium canvases and instead to repeat the doodle/pattern design onto one larger canvas. Except then deciding not to add another colour on top of the larger canvas also… which results in starting again with another large blank canvas. So far just a pencil line, waiting for a marker pen to arrive in the post… then waiting for some more acrylic to arrive… whilst the dust gathers with indecision on what to do next.  Too easy to use waiting for supplies as an excuse not to do something. Waiting for a marker pen. Waiting for some acrylic. In the meantime the bright acrylic hues light up the dark, dusty room.