Love & Art

We will accept our feelings
& live with pale hopes of a
chance – one more chance –
to right things – not capsize
this craft of love / Pull back
before we’re wrecked / Our
eyes no longer work as well
as young ones – sight is my
luxury & hindsight my curse
We have forgotten our arts –
we have written off our pen
& ink capture – I rarely cross
hatch with Peake-aspiration
in my hand [but I do share a
way with long-dead Mervyn]
I will sit in a meadow near to
Lewes & gauge my painting –
I will cram a final canvas – so
be spent – no more creations

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