Bringing recollections to life through words.
When I was a teenager I was introduced the The Wasteland by T S Eliot. I remember having the most wonderful time studying the imagery and analysing the poet’s intent and losing myself in his words and the pictures that they created. I wanted to make a film of the poem and when I close my eyes I can still see the ideas that I had as a response to the poetry.
|Cyan blue and white flowers|
Colour – by The Country Celebrant
When I think of you, I see the rainbow
set out on a palette to mix and daub
the paper that hangs on the easel.
I see the cyan blue of your artwork,
tulips and grasses white against the evening sky
and woodland creatures gazing at the moon.
I see magenta flowers mainly sweet peas full of scent
tied with rough sisal string and mixed with herbs
to make a gift that smells divine.
When I think of you, I see silver wire and discs
of silver cut and thread onto chain
in a pattern that says I value you.
I see pale pink and gossamer fairy wings,
gentle hands nurturing a child’s imagination,
lost in their dreams with them, smiling and nodding.
When I think of you, I see piercing blue eyes
the colour of iced water and forget-me-nots.
Eyes that laugh and crinkle at their sides.
I see necklaces of beads from far off lands,
spicy colours and warm colours
worn with casual elegance and style.
I remember you in the yellow warmth of the sun
in the grey drizzle of a wet afternoon
and in the purple of a winter’s night.
I will keep your colours bright and shining
for your children to use and treasure
on the palette that is your legacy.
It is such a pleasure to write and to help people to recall those that they have lost through the spoken word.