I’ve just this minute finished adding the last splashes to this one, ‘The beat of your heart’.
Unusually I got my inspiration by writing the poem first (included below) and although the painting didn’t reflect the image in my head (which is common, as this way of working is unpredictable) I’m happy with the result, especially the way the silver branches gleam against the dark background. Anyway, please let me know what you think!
The beat of your heart
Does the beat of your heart reverberate
Around those tremendous ears
With hearing pin-drop sharp?
When you are statue-still
Silhouetted in the sunrise,
Does the moaning wind
Have a drum roll accompaniment,
Flicking your whiskers like soft castanets?
When you breathe in the cold, frosted air,
Nostrils twitching and delicately misting,
Does your heartbeat strike a rhythm
To underlie the wispy patterns?
Running across an icing glass field
Does your pulse skip a beat with the joy of the flight
Giving stretch so, so high
And so light
That your feet barely touch,
Enough to glide yourself into the air
Perhaps your heart is a motor,
Giving power to ascension,
Propelling imaginary wings,
Allowing you to sail and drift.
If I could touch you
I would feel the shiver of life,
That nervous buzz of energy
Generating warmth through your fine, drifting fur.
But I could never touch you.
You would catch me first;
My image in your firelight orbs
Caught within the splinter of light
Which turns your eyes to glass
That as sharp as a broken shard
As quick as noticed
So I sit here waiting,
Listening to the beat of my heart,
Waiting for a glimpse of the fire.