Wednesday, May 2, 2007

Invisible, your clocking tides
Break on the lovebeds of the weeds;
The weed of love's left dry;
There round about your stones the shades
Of children go who, from their voids,
Cry to the dolphined sea.

extract from
"Where once the Waters of your Face"
Dylan Thomas
watercolour, par fifi


meggie said...

I love his poetry. Did you paint this?

meggie said...

What a twit I am. I have just noticed you gave yourself credit for the painting. It is beautiful.

it's the little things... said...

You are AMAZING!

fifi said...

Thanks meggie and little.

I acknowledged myself after your first comment!

jellyhead said...


I'm very glad you stopped by my blog to comment, because it led me to your uniquely wonderful site.

You're an artist, an ocean-swimmer, a mother, a lecturer, and you write so beautifully...... talk about multi-faceted!

I'll definitely be back for more :)

Arcturus said...

Like all good poetry, moving and powerful yet totally ambiguous.

AND IT DIDN'T EVEN RHYME! "Oh, the humanity!"

david santos said...

You are Master!
Thanks for you work, vety good, have a good weekend

Isabelle said...

Love the picture - very strange and haunting.

Markbnj said...

I agree, it is a beautiful painting.

Princess Banter said...

That was beautiful. Is the painting a work of yours?

fifi said...

thank you all for the kind words.

watercolour. Such late night fun.