All my creative pursuits.
A follow up to the Seven Days, Day Five post…. this is the painting on the easel. I painted the stormy Atlantic Ocean from our Outer Banks trip earlier this month. The weather wasn’t all that great, but I managed to get some interesting photos to copy in pencil, charcoal and paint! The ocean is very picturesque when it’s angry…
No longer an ocean between us
Only a turbulent sea
My light infiltrates your darkness
But it’s still too murky to see
No forest or mountains oppose us
Nor rivers that run to the sea
Your light penetrates my darkness
Not quite enough to see
With the water beckoning to us
Who’s the first to dip into the sea?
Your darkness my lightness coalesce
And it’s all that we need to see
A solitary stretch of pristine sand
My footprints blemish and scar
Waves heave as the storm approaches
From the west, to the Wild Atlantic shore
My hair escapes from its binding
The wind whips tendrils free
It’s raw and violent and beautiful
This angry, roiling sea
On the barren rocks, scoured by salt
I confront the ocean’s madness
Facing down Poseidon’s fury
As if I am his willing mistress
I close my eyes and lift my hands
Let the tempest soak my skin
I’m a little reckless in my abandon
As the Sea God roars and threatens
But his ferocity is seductive
I’ve never felt more alive
Flesh tingling in excitement
Against the onslaught thrive
But finally the gale subsides
The sun returns after the storm
Its rays soothe and comfort
I’m left breathless, drenched and calm
Photo my own: Donegal, Ireland
Meg Sorick, Author/Artist 