This week produced another tremendously varied collection of poetry, even a couple of humorous interpretations. It was only after really studying this painting that I realised it isn’t a girl gazing out to sea at all. The vast sky perhaps gives the impression of an ocean. I think it’s more that we see what we are expecting to see, and the association of the girl waiting on the seashore for her man is very strong. It completely changed the way I interpreted the emotional impact of the painting. Gazing across a tranquil pastoral scene to me suggests a quite different state of mind to that of staring out to the horizon of an empty sea. It was interesting to read the different directions these various thoughts lead you in. (horrible sentence but you know what I mean).
Louise set the week off to a brilliant start with this melancholy poem with an unexpected twist in the tail.
Ken in frivolous mode. When you look at the painting, not such a wild idea after all 🙂
TJ with a very classical-sounding poem.
Lady Lee’s poem is a tribute to a mother.
Sarah with another touching poem, full of the sensation of something precious drifting just beyond our grasp.
MariJo’s poem is more reflective and hopeful than sad.
Peter’s poem about the old old story—a girl about to receive the first of life’s big disappointments.
Leara’s poem echoes the rather resigned emotions of the girl who waits for her man, knowing that his real love is elsewhere.
Merril’s poem is one of my favourites. There are a lot of strong emotions here wrapped up in a classical form.
Kat’s two poems both ask imponderable questions, one general on the state of the world, the second much more personal and perhaps with more hope of a happy outcome.
Kerfe with a Selkie poem. Can’t go wrong there, really. The eternal dilemma for the half-blood people. With beautiful artwork to boot.
Tricia with a delicately worded poem about waking in the quiet of a dawn that might or might not be the start of a good day.
Janice’s poem echoes sentiments we probably all feel at some time—the sight of something as cheery as a blue flower can brighten up the most mournful day.
Geoff with the story of the very lucky moggy.
Sri with a poem that is pure romance.
As ever, thanks so much for joining in, and hope to see you tomorrow for another challenge.