This feeling intoxicated
the wheeling seagulls, the lure
of the fresh—ploughed earth.
Spring Ploughing
A melting pot of paint, poetry and philosophy
A melting pot of paint, poetry and philosophy
This feeling intoxicated
the wheeling seagulls, the lure
of the fresh—ploughed earth.
I can smell the freshness of the uncovered earth and feel the gentle heat of a spring sun!
These lines begin with distinction – and in another a tower of soil is born.
Ah mother nature; we feel the earth waking, it awakens us in the process.
An image I can relate to, I was born in the norfolk countryside, I used spend hour watching the fields ripen with barley. Thanks!
Most welcome. The imagery is so very compact.
Thank you…
Rural poets like Hardy are full of the imagery you mention. Have you read any of his work?
Of course…
Tess of the D’Urbervilles.
I was thinking about the tragic heroines in literature earlier today (yes I must have too much time on my hand), anyway I thought Tess to be one of the greatest. I think Hardy nailed it right.
Never too much time – a binding unbreakable mind.
Not less than what it aspired. I do too, value his words.
It gives one a rock to cling to ….
:) Yes…
I like…..
I need to fetch in more photos to match up to these pieces. like your blog does so well.
Undoubtedly.