Tuesday, 20 October 2015

THE WORDS OF A POET

… Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBark Poet ...
landscape by william Davies



His words were the words of a poet
His picture was the landscape of dreams.

The language of the landscape spoke through his pen.
His words captured the sunlit uplands,
portrayed the sheep longing to escape the cropped grass
for the green sward in the distance.
The pen is mightier than the brush sometimes.

His words portrayed the orphan’s tears,
that swirl of the kilt and the dark grey cobblestones,
where a stray cat sat, watching the shadows.
Rusting paintwork of a filigreed arch set in the old stone wall
where lovers said farewell was almost tangible.

Hidden gems of amber beads caressed an angora neckline
beneath a Scottish plaid.
Lowering clouds, fought envious feuds , tossed on the storm front
that promised rain – yet delivered nothing.
A redheaded woman walked a white Scotty dog
 on a tartan lead , along the cast iron shore.

His words were the words of a poet

His picture was the landscape of dreams.
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