Treading Softly…
(thoughts on Julia Poulton’s artwork,
‘Tread Softly’…)
Another advance.
Repulsed.
There was no grit.
Not any more.
A casualty in waiting.
Revulsed.
A rum-induced trance.
Another retreat.
Disorientation.
There is no line.
Not any more.
A chasm awaiting.
Disintegration.
Unsure unsteady feet.
Another crater.
Gassed.
There is only haze.
Nothing more.
The mire lies waiting.
At last…
Peace now, not later…
Pete Ray
July 2019
Looking at this painting, my mind went back to World War 1.
Treading softly into oblivion…
Nothing more to add…
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