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Chess, cards, piano. Solitaire



May 97
Oils on board
40cm (16") x 30cm (12")


This shuffling, shrouded, umbered evening
I sip red wine from an age worn glass -
Sip bright sunlight's distilled warmth;

Wide-lipped, jolly, joyous sunshine
Happy, hearty, blithely beaming
Blessing with smiles your month of birth.

Once, I brought to you unasked, unbidden,
My winter month's wine dark draught -
Harsh chilling wind, drear brooding squals,

Shadow clouds across your smiling face;
But look away, for summer sun burns cloud,
And sail on, sunlit, through your breezy days.

(Words - July, 2005)


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It is a sad reflection of the era in which we live that an erroneous and distinctly unfortunate interpretation may be placed on the above words, hence this note.

For clarity; the addressee in the above lines was, at the time of the circumstances alluded to, either six or eighteen months older than me (depending on whose version is correct). I believe - although I have no proof of this - that she is still some six or perhaps eighteen months older than I.




{The era in which we live; the justified end of unthinking deference, and its unnecessary concomitant, the over-emboldening of the insistently garrulous weak minded with their celebrity obsessed soap opera pre-occupations intrusively masquerading as the purveyors of the only true reality.}