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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