This morning’s poem was inspired by this painting by Lilias Trotter. You can find out more about this amazing artist and her amazing life by clicking here.
Men in boat
Floating on the water
Or do they float on some cloud
Nine strokes of the watercolor brush
And there they are, beneath the wisp of a moon
How can a painting be as quiet as this?
Where we see not what we’ve seen before
But what she saw, every shade and layer
And some idea, something imagined.
They are tired, these men, and are rowing home
They hunker, and even the ancient oars droop.
Or is it one man alone
Not on a waterway
But at sea in his soul?
One man who, as evening falls
Has at last decided to rest
And draw the oars patiently
Even as the daylight fades.