Stripped bare of your colours. Who am I?

how can I dare to think
your twisted mixed up lines still sound so lovely
brushed yellow blue a dash of red
when your finest hand
brushed so quick the sun-lit stars
through night skies purple moon-lit sun
beyond fields of gold
past crows
past bars
across white canvas
for an ear? ~ [She said] Gill McGrath©  Ode to the Artist (song)

Sien Hoornik by vincent

Sien Hoornik…….. Vincent Van Gogh met her, the mother of a 5 year old girl  in 1882. She was also pregnant at the time; and a prostitute;, and suffering from venereal disease. She posed for a number of drawings and paintings for him reflecting the difficult life of the working poor in domestic roles such as mother, seamstress and domestic worker. Van Gogh took her into his home and wrote about his love and affection for her in his letters to his brother. When the baby was born he was named Willem after the artist. Van Gogh wanted to marry Sien but was pressured by his father and then his brother to abandon them all . By the end of 1883 he did leave them, for Drenthe. Van Gogh died in 1890. Sien  eventually married Anton van Wijk in 1901. She drowned herself 4 years later; 14 years after Van Gogh’s death.

those indigo trees. morning

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where yesterday the dark painted sun shone
in a lighter shade of pink
violet rose and saffron play today
along a lighter line of indigo
and here
a golden bird sits
on the lichen roof
counting to the rhythm
seen there in the mists
beyond those trees
Gill McGrath© 7.30am

just a few lines on a post card

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Oh dear my laptop is playing up. It won’t switch on when I want it to! Apparently it may have something to do with the motherboard (expensive)(potentially the price of a new machine) or it is simply just the connection where the lead goes in wiggling a bit (cheaper) but either way it is a time consuming and expensive mend as it will have to be stripped. Nothing else wrong with the machine! Its just difficult to switch on and to fire the battery up with the lead rendering it useless at times. So I might disappear for a week or so! I don’t get on with doing this stuff on the small ipad although I can keep visiting with that. So far the connection lead is jammed in and working () and the battery is at 100% so there it will stay, but you can’t dance by it or even creep by it without it sulking! Hoping the lead will rust into place and keep going! Meanwhile I am filing and saving everything…not crying just yet! LOL Gillxxx

sunset warns rain: but it won’t stop play

2014  06 28 Sunset through storm clouds jpg sigThe dark clouds mixed with curious pink last evening.

A warning. Of rain bursts in bucket loads today……

It will rain, as it always does to make Wimbledon stop, start, start stop… the tennis…and by a miracle…. the roof of glass will move  and tennis will  carry on, so lazy TV sports and home birds sit and look.

Rain, it will burst!… as it always does on Glastonbury; to make a mud bath, a unique summer pudding, set to music, in a field………

But before the warning up there in the sky; that summer has taken yet another twisted turn; for sitting in…… or out…..….

I, had in the soil, planted, just yesterday, some leaves, with strong roots born earlier in a sheltered place, warmed by a thing these tender green young things knew of, knew, that it glowed through,beyond, the glass above them…. (The sun)

Now these charming up starts sit in the rain soaked border AS IF SET FREE… now wallowing in a crazy night time wet, care free, without even knowing they are flowers yet!

They have grown I do believe in the rainfall overnight

Perkily they must have sat content just then, without glass, looking for the stars and devil moon (who even troubles me), who hides and looks and looks and hides.

Not quite the same as looking for the sun they already know….

Who hides here, out of sight unsettled, behind, under glass, who, waits ready to warm hearts and feet again…..and  to dry washing soon enough….

Diary. Gill McGrath. June 28
Gill McGrath©

Matinee: Looking at the birds (who watch the sun come up)

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Yesterday
With time to dream
I snapped the birds
Who march in step!
Along the lines, right by my house.

Meet Helena (who flew away)
And Hermia…. who will be biting Lysander soon!

Left to right: Hermia, the loved up Lysander and….. Helena. (Demetrius is off)
(‘All the world’s a stage’: Showing most afternoons)
Gill McGrath. Diary 27th April