When I look down toward the beach,
the distant pier seems to stride
forward from the shining sea.
I like to look beyond,
to the bands of turquoise and blue,
an ocean painted in bold,
Why are we drawn to the waves?
Those elemental rhythms,
sounds and colours
of a primary world,
where sparse pointillist spots
busy themselves on
Some days the morning
unfolds through mists,
groynes spacing out
the distances along the strand,
until a final fade-out,
well before the sea
can meet the sky.
Overhead, pterodactyl shapes
patrol against fresh patches
of blue. As I approach,
the blurred semblances
of buildings appear, rectangles
feathered violet or grey,
as if stepping off the cliff.
copyright Leofwine Tanner 2019, 2011
The North Norfolk Coast near Wells Next the Sea.
When I used to paint (I’m hardly picking up a brush these days), I found the North Norfolk coast in eastern England to be most inspirational.
There is something about the quality of the light, perhaps because it is north facing. There is a strong ‘elemental’ feeling to the whole area which is difficult to put into words.
I am not alone in this of course. It is a popular tourist destination, is home to much wildlife and many want to relocate there. The house prices in certain parts have skyrocketed in recent years.
But that can’t stop us visiting. I think I shall have to return soon and who knows – maybe I will be inspired.
I used to paint a lot, still have a lot of pictures of my efforts.
They were all of a certain type, landscapes, seascapes. I found I couldn’t really do anything else; I suppose everyone has their niche, or perhaps their penchant.
I don’t really know if I was any good. I mean I used to say a painter is just someone who ‘makes marks’.
I did so many I think I got what could be termed ‘painter’s block’. Anyhow, I’ve been assessing and re-assessing some of the old images and wondering if I’ll every put brush to canvas again.
Spring finally comes, like your
warm breath on my
desiccate skin. So then
sing to me of careless summers,
your smile, where
© copyright David F. Barker 2013
poem, painting and music © copyright dfbarker 2012
music performed on an old lorenzo acoustic guitar
We sit easy in a sun drenched cafe,
the morning sea off Hastings
sparkling like a million reasons for joy.
Egg on toast our basic fare,
still a source of amusement
for the rough fishermen throwing cards
and jibes in their accents, burred.
You just know these are tough, cunning men,
playing hard now, their work done
before we even blinked in our bed.
They shout something after us
and we smile and nod in return
while removing to cobbled streets,
and then towards the blinding beach,
passing sheds of weathered wood
that are speaking of the sea,
that they might fall in the next storm,
their fate as flotsam along the crashing coast.
But once on the beach we forget it all,
simply to follow the pointing children
and their joyful cries of ‘Dolphin! Dolphin!’
© copyright dfbarker 2012
*First published in poetry collection ‘Anonymous Lines’ in 2011, available for purchase here: http://liten.be//gHmf9
**illustration from old original, digitally enhanced, © copyright dfbarker 2012
I have some reasonably priced fine art prints to buy on Saatchi, either fine art paper or canvas prints of varying sizes. At the moment the styles are all pretty similar, nature and seascapes, but I’m hoping to do some more abstract paintings in the ensuing months.
At the moment none of the print originals are for sale.