Landshape 2, John Lyons (70 x 50 cm, oil on canvas)

A painter poet
struggles to convey
the lie of the land
in which certain shapes
dominate and others
are pushed
into the background

I know that I have been here
but can’t remember when
I have dreamt of snow
on the hills and triangles
that rose up beyond the lakes
I have walked for miles
as I slept and passed
through so many doors

What I searched for
was breath and pulse
a warmth and a gentleness
a softness of being
a firmness of ground
beneath my feet
green pastures

John Lyons