STORM ON THE ISLAND
STORM ON THE ISLAND

...'You might think that the sea is company,
Exploding comfortably down on the cliffs

But no: when it begins, the flung spray hits
The very windows, spits like a tame cat
Turned savage. We just sit tight while wind dives
And strafes invisibly. Space is a salvo,
We are bombarded with the empty air.
Strange, it is a huge nothing that we fear.

Storm On The Island by Seamus Heaney

35x45cm Indian Inks and acrylic on canvas

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STORM ON THE ISLAND

...'You might think that the sea is company,
Exploding comfortably down on the cliffs

But no: when it begins, the flung spray hits
The very windows, spits like a tame cat
Turned savage. We just sit tight while wind dives
And strafes invisibly. Space is a salvo,
We are bombarded with the empty air.
Strange, it is a huge nothing that we fear.

Storm On The Island by Seamus Heaney

35x45cm Indian Inks and acrylic on canvas

SOLD