CURLING LIGHT
I was caught in curling light
That pulled through my warm veins like love,
Wine of intense brightness hovering
Moth-like through incandescent trees
Round the flowered pond, streaming water,
Radiating all into Now.
Moi, j’étais pris en une lumière bouclée
Laquelle palpitait par mes veines comme I’amour,
Vin de I’éclat intense rôdant
Presque phalène par les arbres incandesants
Autour, I’étang de fleurs, Iéau ruisselant,
Le rayonnant tout de Maintenant.
Poem by Tim Cloudsley
Painting “Curling Light” by Ken Palmer Watercolour on Paper 33x52 cm
