I stared enthralled

Recently while I was drinking coffee outside of the Russell Gallery at New Quay, Co. Clare I had a lucid experience of a strange happening on the far shore of Aughinish, between sea caves in the cliff and the ruins of a derelict farm house close to the pebbled beach.

Being so moved I decided to write a poem about my experiences.

I stared enthralled

I stared enthralled

as miller’s grit- shards

shimmered streamed

clothed a rivers air

My mind ran free seeing

Figures of every age converse

convivially move as before.

Silent souls, opaque beings

on death’s opposite shore.

©MRL August 2020

REFLECTIONS

Once again I am sharing with you a recent painting of mine of the Co. Clare coastline - the time of day is sunrise and the month was May. Almost a year has gone by of since I took note of the colours and made pencil sketches of that clear and silent early morning.

My medium is as always oils, for I appreciate the stretch and plasticity that enables me to blend and build up the layers until my desire is achieved.

Reflected Dawn on canvas 60 x 20 cm

We have the use of a holiday home off the beaten track that sits almost on the waters edge, high enough up to be safe in a storm and close enough that none can build in front of us. It suits all of our requirements like no other property could.

Unfortunately due to this wretched global virus our next visit may not be until September; I realise that there are many who are alive today that possibly may not be so in a few weeks time and that truly saddens me. I cannot help but liken the number of fatalities world-wide to the war time conditions that prevailed in WW2 (I was born early January 1943).

The heroes of this crisis are surely the medical staff and ancillary workers of every hospital and facility that is dealing with the casualties. There is and will be much counselling to be done among the relatives and close friends of the victims.

I am cocooned here at home in the heart of the Irish countryside and wish you all the best of health. Stay safe.

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As ever I am still unable to reply to your comments yet rest assured 

that I do read and welcome your words !

Not in any order.

Sitting here in splendid isolation the silence is deafening as I hear the grass grow and the crackles of trees as leaves start to pop out in an un-peaceful rural way.

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On seeing this 
I obliquely answered

"I prefer to be my wayward self sitting here under a mottled sky watching the birds fly..."

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and to an anonymous question I said

"Rather over weight for its colour and it needs more flexibility in the girth"

Pastime...

I have lost all enthusiasm in blogging and  even reading those of others ! Yet I am loathe to close down a herons view lest I change my mind at some future time.

My attempts at writing poetry has left me high and dry too however, I have returned to my brushes and oils to past the time with and enjoying myself immensely.

Below one of my recent paintings

Sunset over East Galway from West Clare

© MRL 2020

Please Note I am unable to respond to any of your comments, all of which are very welcome and it is not my fault or even that my O.S. the problem is either Google and or one of their subsidiaries = such as Blogger !

Professing !

Actual  professing.

There are times when every learned person has the duty of stepping up to the line and of explaining the intricacies of life from their own deep well of knowledge.

This was one of those times.

My thanks to all who have left a comment including Colonel Blimp alias Cro Magnon who can never be polite no matter how hard he tries.