Sometimes, the paint and the brush and the moment all come together …a joyful afternoon of painting!
Tom’s poem takes an interesting turn – a meditation on the role of apples in the enlightenment? I love it!
These golden apples in the sun
fallen from the rooted branch
by the force of Newton spun
into a tale, an avalanche
of strange insight to the world
while through vasty depths we’re hurled
by gravity, momentum too
lifted up by mighty thews
of mystery: the apple’s fall
set in motion worlds and more
dancing ‘cross the spinning floor
led by giants, standing tall.
An apple drops in autumn light
and banishes the endless night.
image (c) 2018 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2018 TJ Radcliffe