This is another poem from my notes from some twenty five years ago.
Walking Out Into The Country At Nightfall In Winter Whilst Heavily Pissed Off With Life In General Probably Caused By Artist’s Block
(Painting: Evening #1. Pastels on paper)
Grey clouds in salmon
– Reflected worlds!
Woodlands and valleys, rivers glow
My mood, dulled and burred,
Between shakes of the head,
I see Turner setting up his easel
And painting frantically, dementedly…
Bleary eyed – look!
It has gone now!
Cold green and bluey pale,
Washes in and out