Month: Jun 2021

Life’s sweet nectar

irlandesuk poetry

A red admiral flies
       among the tall poppies
their bright blooms
       dancing in the breeze
the butterfly flits
       from flower to flower
as though counting those
       that have survived
the night sipping
       at the sweet nectar of life

This is not Flanders
       but the memory
is never lost
       At night the petals
are folded away
       tightly closed
within the bud
       but the morning light
brings resurrection
       as each living flower
bares its open soul
       to the sun

John Lyons

The beauty of colour

irlandesuk art, poetry

Scott
           Burnt Sienna, John Lyons (40 x 40 cm, oil on canvas)

The beauty of colour
of shade and hue
of darkness and light
an uncluttered space
across which the eye
may travel at leisure
take in the air and allow
the mind to wander
with a ripple of emotion

Into this space
a stake has been driven
a subtle ivory black
buried in the canvas
that remains to be
consummated

Almost anything
could occur at this moment
as other gestures as yet unseen
queue to enter the picture
and yet restraint is called for
so as not to overwhelm
this peaceful terrain with a mass
of unwarranted marks
There is still work to be done
but in art as in life as in love
more is often less and less
if often more so let’s wait
and see

John Lyons

Where the blood flows

irlandesuk art, poetry

Reproduction
             Reproduction, John Lyons (40 x 40 cm, oil on canvas)

Where the blood flows
       where the flesh is warm
where darkness never
       defeats the light and yet
where the light retains
       dark mysteries of how
life will pan out and how
       love diminishes all pain

Nothing is ever abstract
       every gesture has meaning
every shape and colour
      an intentional composition
a cotton canvas from threads
       plucked from the earth
stretched on a wood frame
       all things deeply rooted
in life and raised up
       by the power of light

Figments of my imagination
       following the intuitions
I scarcely understand
       as I make my way
through life as I stumble
       on through love

John Lyons

The art of love

irlandesuk art, poetry

Revision

              Reparations, John Lyons (40 x 40 cm, oil on canvas)

This then is life
       a canvas gone astray
in which the colours
       simply did not work
an abstract landscape
       buried beneath
buff titanium
       just the edges remaining
a few outlines
       to facilitate
a reconstruction
       the right tone of pink
a warmer shade of blue
       and a mingling of green
upon yellow yellow
       upon green

Art is not necessarily
       a one-day event
it can be expeditionary
       a reconnaissance
of unknown terrains
       best to leave markers
in case steps need
       to be retraced

This then is love
       in which feelings
congregate and one
       explores another
and confidences
       are exchanged
and it all begins
       to resemble the way
we pictured it
       in our hearts

John Lyons

One swallow doesn’t make. . .

irlandesuk poetry

Swifts and swallows
have yet to appear
in these cloudless skies
from which rain clouds
have been banished

A hot muggy morning
and I think of the distances –
swallows from South Africa
swifts from south of the Sahara
year after year they travel
back and forth to vacation
in these British Isles

One swift one swallow
what does it amount to ?
could you call that
a summer ?

John Lyons

Eden – a work in progress

irlandesuk art, poetry

Eden
        Eden – a work in progress, John Lyons (40 x 40 cm, oil on canvas)

Here is land
       laid on canvas
an Eden
       of the imagination
out of which
       two rivers flow

Shapes formed
       from strokes
of the brush
       using colours
out of the earth
       here is light
and time
       to contemplate

the distance
       we have come
since our birth
       all that we have seen
all that we have felt
       all that we have been

The oils have yet to dry
       and when they do
some will be toned down
       others will be intensified
here is Eden
       a work in progress
like us all
       all who love

John Lyons