The colours of a summer afternoon! It was pleasant to put myself in that zone on a grey autumn day. (This was mini-mandala 3 now water-coloured.)
And here is Tom’s seductive poem continuing the medieval theme!
Through skies of softest Tyrian blue
joyous swallows flit and fly
delighting in the evening hues
of the dusky darkling sky
while beneath a silken cover
knight and lady, lord and lover,
whisper secrets to each other
softly sliding truth discovered
somewhere in the space between
each breath, each word, each kiss, each touch
as swallows dance above the green
until enough is more and much
is carried on throughout the night
until the dawn brings love to light.
While I was drawing this one, I was thinking (unseasonably) of swallows gathering grasses for their nests and dreaming of the eggs they would hatch in Spring. What joy as they ascend to the sky!
The poet saw that and more. Check out Tom’s poem – it’s a medieval romance!
A knight’s pavilion in an open field:
swift swallows flit and turn above the bower
where a lady to her knight might yield
perhaps in thanks for rescue from a tower
or simply for the pleasure of the dance.
They move together under silken sheets
by the swallow’s call both are entranced
simmering in liquid summer heat
beholden to no master but the chance
of one true moment, lifting up the veil
and waking from their long romantic trance
as together into truth they sail
knowing there’s no ending to their tale.
Well, the colour version is full of joy! I had an idea of the palette I wanted but even so, somehow the evolution from black and white to colour is a surprise and a delight. Hope you enjoy it too!
Here is the accompanying poem by Tom 🙂
The tallest trees are rooted deep within rich fertile Earth where saffron flowers grow: unbending yang encompassed by soft yin, entwining roots encircle all we know: this gentle Earth, this paradise of sky this forest old that reaches for the light this rooted tree that dreams that it might fly this branching green explosion burning bright as butterflies slip between the seconds easing past the trunks and up the Path softly higher toward the solar Presence bright airy space where swallows dance and laugh. Rising inward, reaching, thrusting tall Spreading outward, strong, the source of all.
image (c) 2016 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 216 Tom Radcliffe
This mandala is a kind of inversion of the previous one – even to the extent of “breaking the rules” and creating it from the edge inwards instead of from the centre outwards. There is still a Celtic knot as a foundation but the trees are reaching for the centre instead of stretching out. For this one, I tried for the first time to divide the circle into a number other than eight. The twelve divisions give a very different feel – there are connotations such as clocks or rose windows… I expect this mandala to be quite transformed by the addition of colour and will post again once the painting layer is done.
Tom had a preview of this one and has already produced this potent poem to accompany it – Thank you! 🙂
Reaching upward toward the changeless Sky filled with swallows turning as they fly
Deeply rooted in the fertile Earth entangled moments giving joyous birth
To connection: linked embodied minds souls well met, butterflies in kind
Thrusting inward to the source of all bending outward, answering the call
Of root and branch and leaf to grow and thrive a flower blossom opening, alive!
image (c) 2016 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2016 Tom Radcliffe