Dell told me she thought of T.S. Eliot’s
third person when she saw this painting
on display, triggered by memories
of a critic’s talk many years ago.
Storm’s up: black water and pale sun.
Felt presence, sight unseen, hope
on the horizon – a circle of light
as hills and mountains turn to ice.
We are on a quest to find something,
to make sense of and find a purpose;
are up the creek without a paddle,
our boat much heavier than it should be.
© Rupert M Loydell