Posts Tagged ‘moon’
Fall Show … space paintings
Tomorrow morning, I will be selling paintings and books at the New Maryland Fall Show (Faith Baptist Church, New Maryland Highway, New Maryland, New Brunswick, 9-2). To accompany my science-fiction books in the Meniscus Series, I have done some little space paintings.
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Oct. 28, 2017 ‘spatter’ 6″ x 8″ $15 Jane Tims
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Oct. 8, 2017 “spacescape” 8″ x 10″ $20 Jane Tims
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Nov. 1, 2017 ‘space’ 8″ x 8″ $20 Jane Tims
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Copyright Jane Tims 2017
in the shelter of the covered bridge – conjunction
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conjunction
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planets and moonlight whisper, scamper
into crevasses in the covered bridge
half-ton’s headlights enter
overwhelm the shadows
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chin velvet of Venus and Mars
sickle of mid-winter moon
truck lights startle a winter hare
erect on haunches, paw lifted
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frosted by sky-gaze, worshipping
the sliver of moon, dismayed
at desecration, round glare
of predator eyes
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fright to stop a heart
or flight to mobilize
hind-legs, straighten before
fore-legs turn
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and long ear shadows
quit the length of the bridge
ahead of whiskers, nose
and rabbit wisdom
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Copyright 2015 Jane Tims
October moon
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moon escape
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above the woods
in sunset’s dying
the moon rose –
orange
and terrifying
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caught in the trees
with the night wind’s sighing
drowned in the lake mists –
mystifying
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captured in the yellow
of a barn owl’s eye
escaping on a wild bird’s
flight to the sky
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a pool of light
where the hounds are lying
ghosts on the line
where the shirts are drying
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a silhouette
for a coyote’s cry
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Copyright 2014 Jane Tims
eerie evening
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Fears
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I saw a light in the woods tonight
low, through the tangled branches of spruce
and the crowded stems of fir
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white in the dark –
a gleam where only night should stir
like the lamp of a stranger, lost
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but the glow was steady and still
and in less than the catch of a breath I knew
all I saw was the rising moon
beyond the hill
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I heard a cry in the woods tonight
soft and low through the tangle of spruce
and the thicket of fir
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a moan in the dark
a sob where only the wind should stir
like the frightened tears of a child
alone
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but the cries held no human word
and in less than the catch of a breath I knew
the wail of a wildcat on the prowl
was all I heard
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Copyright Jane Tims 1990
drive at dusk
Saturday evening we took a drive along Sunpoke Lake, a low part of the landscape where you can see, simultaneously, the marsh of Sunpoke Lake, the Lake itself, and the Oromocto River.
Along the road were tracks of moose and bear, and the very smelly carcass of a bear. In each of the tracks, there was a fair sprinkling of seeds, so we surmised the bear tracks were those of the dead bear.
The tracks gave us a hint at the drama that must have played out along the road, probably on a night earlier in the week.
The moose tracks were also full of seeds. I like to think of it, ambling along the road.
At the turn of the road where it runs along the Oromocto River, we stopped to take some photos of the moon and its reflection.
And on the opposite side of the road, I caught the sunset at its peak, and the silhouette of a very spooky tree.
Fears
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I saw a light in the woods tonight
low, through tangled branches of spruce
and crowded stems of fir
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white in the dark
a gleam where only black should stir
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like the lamp of a stranger
lost
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but the glow was steady and still
and in less than the catch of a breath I knew
all I saw was the rising moon
beyond the hill
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I heard a cry in the woods tonight
soft and low through the tangle of spruce
and the thicket of fir
~
a moan in the dark
a sob where only wind should stir
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like frightened tears of a child
alone
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but the cries held no human word
and in less than the catch of a breath I knew
the wail of a wildcat on the prowl
was all that I heard
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© Jane Tims 1992