One Poem by Angela Porter

Written in response to this month’s Special Challenge.

The Grass of Albrecht

Sage army boats cross.
Dust toned in religious house,
White Campions rise!
Did Durer, as a painter
Or person mean this?

Or was he wrapped in heaven
Of botanicals,
Thinking mute coloured shade days.
Even as he passed
Into Switzerland, not stirred
From shining beauty?

The Heartsease has assurance,
Penny leaves, earth bound.
They find space, a way round things –
Floral artistry?

It seems that his heart opens
As a book or case,
Struggles with hostility.
My days are nothing like this.


Angela has a booklet of poetry published with Reach Poetry (Indigo Dreams Publishing) and a painting retained at Holland House in Pershore, Worcestershire. She would be interested to meet Imaginary Artists through LinkedIn (with or formerly with Society of Art of Imagination connections).

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