by laurie lee  1959

by laurie lee  1959

…the day rosie decided to take me in hand was a motionless day of summer, creamy, hazy, and amber coloured, with the beech trees standing in heavy sunlight as though clogged with wild, wet honey…

motionless day of summer…creamy…hazy…

oil on canvas 90 x 130 cms

motionless day of summer…creamy…hazy…

oil on canvas 90 x 130 cms

   i felt dry and dripping, icy hot…her eyes glinted, and i stood rooted…her face was wrapped in a pulsating haze and her body seemed to flicker with lightning.
   “you thirsty?” she said.
   “i ain’t, so there.”
   “you be,” she said. “c’mon.”

“you thirsty,” she said?

oil on canvas 90 x 130 cms

“you thirsty,” she said?

oil on canvas 90 x 130 cms

   i held the jar to my mouth and rolled my eyes sideways, like a beast at a waterhole. “go on,” said rosie…i took a deep breath…
   never to be forgotten, that first long secret drink of golden fire, juice of those valleys and of that time…never to be forgotten, or ever
tasted again…

never to be forgotten or tasted again…

oil on canvas 70 x 100 cms

never to be forgotten or tasted again…
oil on canvas 70 x 100 cms

 i turned to look at rosie…
she was yellow and dusty with buttercups and seemed to be purring in the gloom; her hair was rich as a wild bee’s nest and her eyes were full of stings…

 she was yellow and dusty with buttercups… 

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 she was yellow and dusty with buttercups… 
oil on canvas 90 x 130 cms

..and it seemed that
the wagon under which we lay went floating away like a barge, out over the valley where we rocked unseen, swinging on motionless tides…

out over the valleys, where we rocked unseen…

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out over the valleys, where we rocked unseen…
oil on canvas 90 x 130 cms

 …and still we lay in our wagon of grass
tugging at each other’s hands, while her husky, perilous
whisper drugged me…

 …and still we lay in our wagon of grass
tugging at each other’s hands, while her husky, perilous whisper drugged me…

her husky perilous whisper….

oil on canvas 70 x 100 cms

her husky perilous whisper….
oil on canvas 70 x 100 cms

…there was something about that evening which dilates the memory, even now…and the long hills slavered like chinese dragons, crimson in the setting sun….

and the long hills slavered like chinese dragons…

oil on canvas 100 x 140 cms

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