In the great tidal surges of colour,
I am immersed, enfolded in the heart of your creation.
Eye witness to moments,
Held in thrall by your palette knife,
My head spinning in cultural giddiness.
The core of the earth, the sea, the pull of the moon,
The whisper of a breeze,
The wild screech of winter gales
Accost and absorb my being.
Yet simultaneously
Tranquility, hope and trust all stand guardian
Within the textures that have emerged from your fingertips
No photographer can transcribe elemental energy like this.
In your canvasses, the stillness of a lost echo, a spent wave
Somehow touches the heart and inscribes itself upon the soul.
Trudie Shannon
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- Inscrutable Death - Andrew Barham
- Falling Through the Cracks - Diane Scantlebury
- Dietc. - Lyndon Queripel
- Painted Smile - Ian Duquemin
- This is not a moralistic poem - Marianna Pliakou
- Awaiting Dawn - Trudie Shannon
- The Storm Bear - Ted McMahon
- Passion Killers - Denise Bishop
- Fallen Leaves - Diane Scantlebury
- New Clear Ink - Lyndon Queripel
- With You - Ian Duquemin
- Pets - Dee Jinkse
- Steroids - Elizabeth Fisher
- Tribute to an Artist - Trudie Shannon
- Sardines in Portugal - Andrew Barham
- Slaves - Trish Cann
- Political Asylum [Class Of ' 86] - Lyndon Queripel
- Final Destination - Diane Scantlebury
- Brothers (Grime) - Ian Duquemin
- Of Happiness - John Buchanan
- Lament - Richard Fleming
- Or Sow It Seams - Lyndon Queripel
- Portrait Painting - Trudie Shannon
- Aftermath - Pierre Savage
- Bean Jar Attack - Diane Scantlebury
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- Waiting for Morpheus - John Buchanan
- After Christmas Day - Lyndon Queripel
- The Diners – Richard Fleming
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