• Marianne Musgrove

Watercolour Poetry



It's been a long time since I wrote a poem – a good couple of years by my calculations. However, after attending my first ever watercolour workshop yesterday as part of Holy Week, I was inspired to write one today. It's interesting how one form of art can inspire another. Hidden within the poem are references to poems by Phillip Larkin and Rainer Maria Rilke. See if you can find them.


Water / Colour


For the group of artistic dabblers who gathered in the basement of a church during Holy Week.


A cloud

pregnant with rain

has released

a shower of souls

and here

we have

landed

surrounded by the elements of

water

colour

brushes

paper

light.


We work quietly

at our stations

daubing

dabbling

dreaming

as this room

becomes

a body of water

each soul

a fall

ing

rain

drop

seeding

a new mandala.


Held

in this

shimmering meniscus

something sacred

is happening;

ever-widening circles

touch

overlap

carrying the spirit

of the Sower.


And when our time

draws

to

a

close

(this class, this day, this life)

we are different

from when we arrived,

each person altered

by the numinous pigment

of each other.


–– Marianne Musgrove

17 April 2019