Description
Ceramic poetry picture with original poetry in a hand made frame (painted and waxed), 33cm by 26cm
A few years ago, on Chris’s birthday (February) he went for a paddle in his canoe. It was a flat calm overcast day, perfect for a gentle paddle around the seal colony. However, on this day, something went wrong. Chris ended up in the water, being carried out by a fast tidal flow. To cut a long story short, after a very long swim, he was pulled out of the sea by helicopter and lived to paddle on, but experiences like this live on. They reveal us as fragile. They convince us of the beauty of life and force us to confront the meaning that we are making out of our time here. This poem emerged from this experience.
Water in the eyes
The river grey again
As another squall rolls in from the sea
Clouds hang heavy
Split only by an incongruous
Splash of partial rainbow
Perhaps the slipstream left
By an angel in re-entry
Or a glimmer of an old promise
Made in haste
But never forgotten
I’ll not be drowning today
Chris Goan
