Of rushing water,
So Nature's glory,
As Autumn caught
On it's fatal way
All the better seen!
The Blog of John Walford, British-born, but long resident in The United States. I am an art historian, currently studying satire in Netherlandish art, an amateur photographer, and occasional writer, who writes here about art, photography, and the human condition--some of it ekphratic poetry, responding to works of art. This is to be a site for words and images, interacting on one another, as vehicles of human expression.
Three worlds I saw below,
One - made of pebbles, and stones -
Really was below, and would let me go
No further down. Sealed, definite, stop!
One - seen below, but not really so -
Threw a feathery expanse of delicate
Limbs, a protective shroud, over me.
Yet there was a third, beyond,
Grey, and powder blue, impenetrable;
But parting its veil, here and there,
I thought to glimpse, or did I imagine,
A force, a life, an ineffable energy.
--JW, for the well-gazer, Jacob Schere, February 5, 2013