PENDULUM
The sky is dark
But against it, fly
Beautiful birds, white and floating.
Sunlight floods the buildings,
Wind moves the trees
Greenly;
Rich and clear
Are the feelings here
Among the houses, sky, trees
And birds, as I hear
Strains of extraordinary sound:
The beautiful Wesendonck songs.
Poem By Tim Cloudsley
Painting “pendulum” By Ken Palmer
