Lin Lane Poet Pastoral

Sentinels Rose To the Sky

On a lowland moor, waved a sea of green
Pastoral gardens, peaceful and serene
Ocher blossoms, kissed by the sun
were posing for a painting I 'd begun

In this placid glen, nature's beauty reigned
Captured with brush before sunlight waned
Cornwall's grey sentinels rose to the sky
Granite cliffs worthy for artists to descry

I scaled a mountain to glimpse the sea
Humility washed in waves over me
Fingers of foam fondled the sandy shore
T'is a regal place I'll visit once more

In the valley my canvas came alive
Nature's beauty, my eyes did not deprive
Filled with regret when dusk stole my light
I painted from memory, into the night

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Emile Pinet May 5, 2017 at 1:40 PM This is a beautiful story, laid out well and described with feeling, written from the heart with the eye and soul of an artist. Emile. Lin Lane June 10, 2017 at 2:57 PM Thank you, Emile. I'm replying to your comment with a paintbrush in my teeth and green fingertips. I attempt to call myself an artist and a poet.

Ilene Bauer May 4, 2017 at 4:20 PM beautiful imagery, lin! i love the ending, too, picturing someone painting as the light dims... Lin Lane May 5, 2017 at 12:07 PM Thanks so much, Ilene. I'm happy that you pictured the scene.

Eye Truth-Teller May 4, 2017 at 1:42 PM great dear poet Lin Lane May 4, 2017 at 2:37 PM Thank you, truthful poet.

Maurice Yvonne May 4, 2017 at 9:46 AM Gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, great poetry. Lots Of Love armand. Lin Lane May 4, 2017 at 11:46 AM Your accolades honor the painting that was the impetus more than I should take credit for being given. Thank you, friend.

Anne-Marie Coreggia May 4, 2017 at 9:31 AM Lin, you created both an enchanting poem and an enchanting sight that even the night couldn't dispel because your words literally cast a spell. A 7:) Amitiés Lin Lane May 4, 2017 at 11:45 AM I saw a painting of the valley I used for inspiration in writing this one. It was of the Cornwall coast and was truly magnificent. So I imagined myself painting the scene and climbing the mountain. Thank you very much, Anne-Marie.

Jan Allison May 4, 2017 at 9:00 AM Wow Lin what awesome imagery and flow you really have made the canvas come alive before our eyes - I have never tried this form and now I may be tempted!:-) hugs Jan xx Lin Lane May 4, 2017 at 11:43 AM You MUST try it, Jan. It gives such freedom of expression to tell what the mind's eye sees. Thank you.

Hannah Borke May 4, 2017 at 8:01 AM Wow! How do these geniuses keep on doing it. The descriptions are perfect every time and yet they don't run out. I'm new to this site and am astounded by what the poets are capable of. Lin Lane May 4, 2017 at 11:42 AM I'm glad that you took time to read me. Thank you very much, Hannah. There are many talented poets on the site.

Tim Smith May 4, 2017 at 7:59 AM Terrific Lin...I was right there? with you the whole time. Lin Lane May 4, 2017 at 11:41 AM I'm so glad you came along to enjoy the day with me, Tim. Thank you!

Chris Green May 4, 2017 at 7:32 AM You sure do paint with words beautifully my friend. This is one of those poems where no image is needed because the scene created with your words is beautiful than any graphic could show. Lin Lane May 4, 2017 at 7:39 AM Your welcomed comments do great honor to this one, Chris. With sincere thanks ~ Lin.