Dave Greenさんのイラストまとめ

Scunthorpe. #oilpaintings with glazes and pastels plus a bonus #mixedmedia #collage on brown paper. Take the M180 to the coast and you will see the flattened greys and weird industry of The Humber shoreline. No one comes out intact.

Autumn sketches, Long Line, Sheffield. Oil, glaze, ink and crayon on paper. #mixedmedia #art #sketch

Apocalypse

Pots were once ceramic
With cadences like shop door bells
Contents green, organic
Like cascades from the rolling fells

Now I shout “Well, damn it!”
And reach up for a plastic cup
Gulping down my panic
Stocks in planets going up

Morn @IMcMillan

A tale of The Thames

Slung flint
Brick slug
Glass glint
Silt trug

Glug hole
Bog wood
Rust pole
Trench mud

Soup lap
Oak pile
Grill trap
Wharf aisle

Pier rot
Tide suck
Rope knot
Bob duck

Morn @IMcMillan

Season

It’s autumn now already
I’m righting leaky boats
Beached but going steady
Awaiting tides
With shanty notes

Let’s stop the holes with tar
De-barnacle the hull
This boat might float afar
And go the way
Of seaswell’s pull

Morn @IMcMillan

Long

It doesn’t do to wonder why
We live so long in holy dotage
- stuck in ways

To rise each dawn and not know
Days, tides, the moon and its times
- such long days

Muffled trains, disasters, dogs
Sounds of voids, eternity
- life delays

Morn @IMcMillan

#poetry #Writer

In the time of tides. Two estuary views using strips of washes in oil and water. #mixedmedia #Collage #art on brown paper.

Praying for Rain

I disappeared for an hour
Just to check the reservoir
Water levels even lower
Clouds are being tight

From above the lake like glass
A muddy gap before the grass
My eked out water bidon has
The sense of being right

Morn @IMcMillan

#poetry #poet

Empty

Sensible of smaller things
Never had an unpaid bill
Something posted always brings
More than all, less than nil

For nothing can’t be multiplied
To everything that’s unalloyed
Life is worth what hadn’t died
For all ends up in nature’s void

Morn @IMcMillan

Life

Spring it was
Just after dulling Northerlies
Had blown out

There was a child
We chiselled plaster away
& the cat left home

Blinded by summer’s light
Full of butterfly wings
We flew too close

Winter again
Locked stacked like scrolled wills
Lights all dimmed

M @IMcMillan