The sea is rising
The rain comes in mountains now.
Falling so fast its like a bomb.
Wet feet
Now wet knees,
Up to my thighs…
We walked once from Robin Hoods Bay
To Boggle Hole.
On the North East Coast
Of Yorkshire.
The sea came in
Along the rocks.
It was faster than us.
He was up to his chest,
I was up to my neck
When we waded out
Of the North Sea.
That was twenty years ago.
Now you only have to look at a cloud
And you are covered, soaked, flooded.
Where will it end?
Up a creek without a paddle?
Ten years ago, and before that, I was painting Jupiter. I love the planet, though its atmosphere is hellishly difficult to paint, swirls that meld into one another, colours that blend and merge.
Mallaband-Brown 