‘Do it now, say it now, don't be afraid.'
Wilhelmina Barnes-Graham
Your house with its lovely
light studio overlooking the sea
is sold, you work dispersed.
But in my head there's a painting
done in your nineties
when just to lift your arm
was an effort: a single brave
upwards sweep with a wide
distemper brush so loaded
with paint the canvas filled
with the glistening blue wall
of a wave before it falls.
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