Friday, May 28, 2021

The Clothesline


The Clothesline by J.G.
The summer sky coaxes the dripping wetness
From the yellow tee, the blue jeans,
And the red flannel shirt.
The breeze teases them,
Into dancing together,
Before they return indoors,
Folded and stacked in separate drawers,
Secretly glowing with the memory of sun.

8 comments:

Stephen and Nyree said...

Great poem and painting!

Matt Oberdier said...

Love it. Oil?

James Gurney said...

Yes, it's oil on panel, about 4 x 6 inches.

Rainer said...

Poetic. Love it.

Charlene said...

Perfectly charming. I still use a clothes line - nothing better.

Theresa said...

Beautiful! Both the poem and the painting!

VirginiaFhinn said...

“Secretly glowing with the memory of the sun” ... this resonates with me especially now in a strict lockdown in my area. Like the jeans and the shirt I hope to get put out on the line again soon.

Unknown said...

Love it James!