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‘The Dictator’s Favourite Tree

2018

Watercolours and Gouache on Paper

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A slice of lemon,

dances behind my eyes.

 

Late morning light,

makes this unfamiliar hair glow.

 

Magnetic bodies,

temporarily humbled.

 

Wrapped in a circumference,

of sea bleached curls.

 

Here and yet there,

Two pairs of feet.

 

A thermal image,

where ankles meet.

 

I see blue, red,

yellow.

 

At the gallery,

it’s the dictator’s show.

 

A pink childish tree,

the background, yellows. 

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‘Orange Sorbet Afternoons’

2018

Watercolours and Gouache On Paper

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We lie where tomatoes use to grow.

A delicate heap of mishappen knitwear.

Marvelling in how the sunlight holds us.

Your socks sing and hurt our eyes.

Wrapped up together in the fabric of everything.

The candles melt with the heat of us.

Love, you are an all encompassing yellow.

And that is my favourite colour. 

 

 

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‘A Good Omen’

2019

Gouache and Watercolours On Paper

29cm x 35cm

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Two girls we’re beheaded in Morocco last week,

mother says.

Doubtful fear clouds hopes and dreams.

To reside in this safe place, we never leave.

 

From one warm home to another,

both imaginative, but this one is hungry.

Soft words of reassurance, light up eyes.

We are those who chase life.

 

Walking with myself in the dusk,

I happen across the remains of a bird.

Only it’s head it to be found.

Once wore a Magpies coat.

 

One for sorrow, so they say.

But to find a head, no body,

must be better than a body with no head.

Here I have gained the head of a bird.

 

With this good omen I head home,

only to find the first of the spring daises. 

Certainly after all,

a good omen.

 

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‘The Breath Of Dawn’

2018

Gouache and Watercolours On Paper

44cm x 52cm

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Wake winking at the moon.

First breath of dawn warming the horizon.

Coaxed into this shared reality by your kind words.

And we lie here for a little while,

under the moons gravity.

Basking in that morning hope,

of infinite possibilities.

Silver light smiles at me as I follow the days rhythms. 

consciousness swims down the gentle stream,

of sunrise.