In the
café
I read
of white orchards
but colour is
on my mind
and a canvas
waiting.
I dip a brush
In dove blue paint
blue
of the sky
in Florence last week
blue as blossoming water
draw the brush
down
the canvas
top to bottom
raised a little
on the right
paint scarcely making
a mark.
Now - the white
my brush almost dry
eased down the canvas
broad
and generous
like a hand
enjoying the shoulders
and back
of a beautiful stranger.
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Joan Poulson, poet & childrens writer,
trained as a ceramicist, has collaborated with artists across
genres, held several land art residencies & is keen to
make more work outdoors. She fantasizes about living close
to the sea, has enjoyed work where she could celebrate her
love of nature: by the sea in California, the high desert
of New Mexico & country parks, rural regions of the U.K.
Her most recent publication is a pamphlet with drawings in
Japanese water-colour by Elizabeth Stuart-Smith (Flarestack
2008). Joan is currently working on a full collection of poetry
for adults.
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