Capturing beauty on canvas is magic to me.
That’s why I admire the work of George Dunlop Leslie.
Just the right colors and shades are what I see.
Still images seem to have the power to become reality.
He was just a mere mortal, and had to leave the earth.
However, his talent appears to have come with his birth.
Many of his works are in galleries to display.
Bringing a canvas to life? He certainly knew the way!
It takes planning, a graveled path, herb sets
to create a heavenly perfume
some time around bloom time
excess pruned down by a third and hung.
We see a bit of the hanging God then
in the silky down of lavender, thyme
offer homage of pressed violets,
golden suns of marigold as tune of awe.
The mincing of the mints is heavenly
as candy, sharp peppermint, mellow lemon balm,
the bedding down of chamomile, poppy maw,
the spiral sweets and gingered leaves of geranium
shavings of orris root, too many iris anyway
so free them all and set the scent create a smelly sum.
Add carnation stars, sticky sweet hollows of fennel
to tell the men, here is where the women live
won’t you remember your marjoram, your rosemary
with the pots on to boil, or laying head on crisp sheets and sigh.
It all takes planning, to decorate, alleviate, scent
create the corners of a life. Let’s go set the herbs.
Then breathe in the heavenly scent of potpourri lent
as offering, homage to all the plenty wonder of our lives.
Sweet and simple flowers held to her innocent breast
A wistful soul brimming from brown eyes so dark
Face untouched by life's mysteries yet to come
With his brush stroke this beauty did embark
Paintings name : Apple dumplings
I sit here peeling the apples
My mind in a whirl
What shall I make them into
I am thinking as the peel twirls
I am pretty good at pastry
Shortcrust I think It must be
Must check if I have the cloves
To make a dumpling so very tasty
So I mix the flour with the butter
Til like breadcrumbs so very fine
Add drops of water, to bind the latter
Roll and cut to cover apples, divine
Cook them in the oven
Til golden brown and smelling so unreal
Make thick custard to serve with them
Can taste them, think just one I might steal.
The picture tells the story
Of the maidens thoughts at work
Of the pleasure that cooking has for her
This is one job she wont shirk.
link to picture
http://ichef.bbci.co.uk/arts/yourpaintings/images/paintings/hap/large/ntv_hap_22_large.jpg
Penned 21/5/2013
That I didn’t get to know Freddie Dunlop better
Defiant mop of thick white hair - a Thurles face
Slim photographer - single lady – a leviathan in her time
Pictured my youth - talked to me as a person
Wore large pink hats with style and verve
An opinion on every topic - varnished nails her insignia
Morris Minor mirror polished - a smiling face
Masking latest mischief - rascal laughter burbling up
I knew her measure - I knew her loneliness
Not enough to let me help her - defensive joking
Her personal armour – her way of coping
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