Illustration Friday - Peace
Down all the years I've wanted
a peace: not a cessation of war
nor a foul boredom instead-
foetid air dead in an old jar;
rather a translucent-as-water peace,
peace like the silence of books
or blue endlessness beyond cloud-fleece.
The peace that gives beauty her looks,
makes every flower modelled of light;
is like but is not a snowscape nor
cowslip days of spring, but is in sight
the moment I open a dream door
into the loved orchard of words...
In a breathless garden where
images and love live and quick birds
flit, beyond reason is real peace then.
- William Oxley
(6" x 8" acrylic on canvas - This is inspired by a photograph I came across somewhere that I can't remember. The scene touched me... glowing deep and warm, the two swans united in a still peaceful moment before the sun went down...)