May 3, 2012

Renor at Les Collettes by Byron Beynon


The cicadas already 
conduct the sound of the day. 
Early conversation in a garden 
with olive trees and a view 
towards the Mediterranean. 
The optimism you had - 
being an old man 
with crippling arthritis - 
for life, health, 
the beauty and vigour it could afford. 
Inside the house your studio 
with armchair, easel, 
brushes and frames, 
the quiet edges of the room. 
The hushed strokes of passing 
time, the depth of eye 
as figures walk by 
flooded in red-golden light, 
the sensuality touching 
a disclosure of heat.
"Byron Beynon lives in Wales. His poems have appeared in numerous publications including Planet, Agenda, Chicago Poetry Review, Poetry Wales, Quadrant, The Independent, Landfall (New Zealand), London Magazine and Wasafiri. Recent collections include Cuffs (Rack Press, 2008) and Nocturne In Blue (Lapwing Publications, 2009)."

1 comment:

  1. After reading your poem, I investigated and learned more about Les Collettes and Renoir's time there. Renoir is a favorite.

    I love it when a poem makes me want to search further and learn more.
    Well done.

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