|Silent John sings to Mum!|
Mum's book 'The Shaping of Water' is being published on 2nd January 2014 and this is the link to her website for further details and art work. www.ruthhartley.com
My contribution, apart from pushing furniture around and then testing all the Pinot Grigio was a poem. This one.
Its called 'Life-Painting'
My Mother speaks colour;
A language of taupe and tumeric, orange and ochre.
All the blues collide in her mouth
Her words are scumbled mocha.
My Mother bleeds colour;
Carmine and crimsons of setting suns, the Raw Umber of dry riverbeds,
She is an incandescent storm,
wreathed in violet thunderheads.
My Mother breathes colour;
She mixed my skin from Rose Madder Deep, Phthalo Blue,
And Flake White Number One,
My brother and my sisters too
A splodge of Vandyke Brown, a hint of Buff Titanium,
I dare say some Permanent Magenta,
Veined with Viridian Hue.
My Mother is colour;
Her green leaves turn to gold,
Her eyes still casting prisms as
Her luminous tales unfold.