Isolation, Delectation…
(Words inspired by The Earlswood Lady’s painting…)
The rush of fresh water is meandering, cornering, its blue
Reflecting sections of sky unhidden by peaks of varying hue
And sparse cloud.
Conifers crowd towards the waterline, like beasts with a thirst,
As the isolation curls and swirls about the landscape, cold and terse…
The hush of mind’s chaos is wandering, bickering and tangible,
Huddling near a wood fire, warming, tingling, agreeable,
Within love’s shroud.
Standing at the water’s edge, breeze-caressed and joyful,
As an expectation grips and slips around the soul, delectable and delightful…
Pete Ray
23rd November 2025…
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