Waterhouse Poems - Poems about Waterhouse

John William Waterhouse His Ophelia* not his spouse but was Esther an artist in her day exhibiting also at the R&A...

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It’s not that I am languid, more that I am chagrined. So disappointed to be met by this dreadful north wind. I am on my way to see him, and I will look so disheveled. I am convinced the god Boreas is inclined to be bedeviled. They say I have a porcelain face and that I never smile. This is...

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there's a place in this garden where I'm not more or less but known a true self that mingles with a fragrance becomes the breeze I feel the brick against my palm ...

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I take no shelter from the force barely do I prepare for changeable weather I'll withstand these winds the North Wind is predictable in it's whimsy I'm as solid as the trees as fluid as the grasses I may never again be swept off my feet as there is a darkness behind my eyes so deeply embedded the great God cannot separate me...

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I long, just as you do The comfort of salvation Exquisiteness, just at the tip of my fingers I need not sing my siren song But I watch your eyes Watch your strength diminish As I continue to play Considering myself in detail To be held, what else is there Any move from me, is everything Offer my hand perhaps Or allow you to sink What...

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John William Waterhouse Esther Kenworthy became his spouse Both artists of some renown living& working in London town...

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I love images beautifully painted by this man, inspired by life, poems, mythology, infused with bright colors. I admire his style. British artist, born in Rome. Love his art. _____________________ November 23, 2015 Nonet For the contest, Favorite Painter, sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron First Place...

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In blue moonlight where Lady Ophelia drifts the whispered streams in winter's beauty, her eyes reflecting starlight vaguely float and fade quietly to grey. As the breeze kisses her soft white breasts, she sighs a zephyr to carry her to sleeping worlds where soporific trees roam the joyful earth and a goddess dreams. The curve of her cherry lips that still the...

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