Poem -

Lookout

Lookout

Sit atop the spiral stair.
Looking through the wrought iron rail.
Staring serenely out to sea.

With butterflies dancing
awaiting first sighting
of her sail.

(from the painting above by my friend John Skelcher)

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Larry Ran

Dear Nigel,

A beautiful poem, to illustrate a beautiful painting.
Being an art dealer, I would like to know more about your friend John Sketcher.

Love,
Larry xxx

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Nigel Cresswell...

Hi Larry,
It's a shame that cosmofunnel crops so much. You lose the entire harbour wall that the lookout tower stands on. John Sketcher is a facebook friend of mine whom I am hoping to meet at an exhibition this summer. He is a painting master at an art school in the Le marche region of Italy called The Retreat. This poem will be with this painting when it is exhibited. The light and the graduation in the sky make me think of Edward Hopper and like Hopper's work it tells me stories.
If you go back a bit on my pages you will find a few poems I have written inspired by the work of another member of the Royal Institute of Oil Painters Jan Gaska who is a very old friend of the get drunk with variety. Myself and Jan are hoping to publish a book this year of his paintings and my words. Exciting times.
Very pleased you like this, pity you can't see the whole painting.
Thanks Larry
Nigel

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Nigel Cresswell...

Oh, and Larry, its John Skelcher not sketcher. I have to start wearing my glasses when I type.

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Nigel Cresswell...

Thank you Lisa, I wish you could see the whole image. I am so proud that John is going to place the poem beside the painting in exhibition, hopefully that includes the ROI (Royal Institute of Oil-painters) summer exhibition. That would be a buzz.
Thanks lass
Nigel

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