Acrylic, charcoal, graphite, pencil, paper on canvas, diptych, 80 x 120 cm, 2022
this has brim-over and over view written on it. From a time when I was writing a poem about the river Tas in my childhood, and the big watermill in the village (Colman’s mustard headquarters in the 19th Century)
we children gone
the river below
underneath the leat are the drowned
the overflow down drowned
on the other side minnows and through
being metal railings
kingfishers and rushing churned up down
dark river deep
run
walk the concrete
past the two shooting out of floors
high above the tail race
on the deep stained dead
