Monday, 21 November 2011


And now for something completely different.
There has been a little bit of art today but it's just prep stuff, inspired by one of my very infrequent poems which I was reminded of in a recent email conversation. It was written a while back, but will hopefully take on a visual form soon.

Storm Front

“There’s none so blind” the saying goes,
They’re too concerned with all their woes,
A storm is coming, the sky’s turning black,
“How will I get home, how will I get back?”
They’re too wrapped up, they cannot see,
The beauty that’s in front of me.

As I watch through the window,
From my desk way up high,
I see the clouds gather and darken the sky,
Away to the south, hidden from view,
Where skies are still clear, the Sun shines through,
Bathing the land in it’s clear golden light,
Opposing the clouds, as black as the night,
Glistening and glinting, off rain filled pools,
How can they not see it, these poor worried fools?

Away to the north, shimmering bright,
A large flock of gulls revel in flight,
Wheeling and turning, as though they were one,
Fading then shining, caught by the sun,
From behind the trees a vision emerges,
Down where the wandering stream converges,
Dazzling white against the black sky,
A beautiful swan starting to fly,
On powerful wings, with poise and with grace,
Why can’t they see what’s in front of their face?

And framing this vision, this visual feast,
A glorious arc from the west to the east,
From red through to violet, the colours so clear,
Cast onto the clouds as they slowly draw near,
This beautiful vision, a sight to behold,
One to remember, even when I grow old.

I grab someone’s arm, “Tell me, what do you see?”
A cursory glance, “looks like rain” says he,
Then back to his work, his screen and his phone,
In this room full of people, am I alone?
I look at the faces, don’t they care, don’t they see?
The beauty of nature, is it just me?

The vision is gone now, washed away by the rain,
But here in my mind it will always remain.


  1. Well! :)
    Don't know what to say!
    Actually no further words are needed.
    I hope you know what I mean! :)

  2. Fabulous descriptive piece which really transported me to where you were. Great wordsmithery! penny

  3. That was just wonderful! I'm so glad you shared that! Beautifully done.

  4. wow, I didn't know you were so good with words Nigel, this is great!!

  5. Second not the not knowing that you were such a poet.

    Haven't had a nosey round your flights in a while, loving the work that you are producing.


  6. I second Sarah! I'm completely in shame with my nanowrimo efforts - trying to get as many words out as possible is about quantity not quality and betsy is wrong with wordsmithery description! You're word wizard, thanks for sharing :)

  7. Nigel, your poem is beautiful and so touching! Such a wonderful message and I'm sure the piece of art inspired by your poem will be just as beautiful. We live in such a hectic and busy world nowadays and so many people truly can't see the beauty that surrounds them. I am grateful to be an artist because it helps me to notice things others would ignore.

    Thanks for sharing,
    Serena :)

  8. Lovely poem and so true. See we do have something in common, I say it all the time that nature is wonderful but people don't appreciate it. You should come out here and see the unspoilt nature there is in places. xx

  9. you are a man of many talents and this is very cool... evocative and thoughtful and considered... can't wait to see the visuals to go with it, they are going to make a special collaboration xx

  10. and WOW again!!!
    you had me even before the swan ;)