jarcher54

All on a pleasant meadow

 

All on a pleasant meadow

     Where lambs tramp the verdure

Like stars by day the flowers

     Twinkle so pure

 

And here the children laughing

     Spend the spring-time hours

Till nurses from the porches

     Call them indoors

 

By the blackened hearth-place

     When sets the sun from the dell

The sombre fire lights their faces

     Like a glow from hell

 

 

Comments4

  • Goldfinch60

    A wonderful Fake Blake jarcher54.

    Andy

    • jarcher54

      I vaguely recall being crestfallen when my then girlfriend said the devils looked like angry teeth!

    • Michael Edwards

      This really appeals to me and great artwork too. Did you leave art behind or do you still practice it?

      • jarcher54

        I'm the guy at work who always gets volunteered to make the signs because I can letter and decorate the margins! Some of my best work says stuff like "Out of Order" or "The Drivers License Office is on the Opposite Side of the Lobby." Did very little real art most of my working days but I have started squeezing in a little watercolor, inspired by my dear friend Pomona Hallenbeck, http://www.sketchboxstudio.com/prints.html

        Thanks for the cheering on. When I retire it's one of the things I plan to do a lot more of.

      • L. B. Mek

        wonderful artwork and I like the imagery in your write,
        very creative - very Blake(esque)

        • jarcher54

          Thank you sir... this thing was buried in a pile with annual statements and the like. Glad someone appreciates it after like 40 years!

        • AuburnScribbler

          A brilliantly flowing little story here, accompanied by a wonderfully crafted "nouveau illumination."

          Looking forward to more "Fake Blakes" and other stuff.

          Take care,
          Ben.



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