Catherine
Brennan
(Words)
A winding path lies ahead
Open… In wait, for a choice to be made
Distant fields are calling
Are they greener?
They’re tempting
So very tempting
They breath a life that’s been missing
Yes. Here walls are crumbling
Fences weakened, thorns are out
Yet those walls are still standing
Built on solid foundations
After all the years
Strength gained through adversity
Fixable? Definitely
Easy enough with time and real care
Overhead Scarlet skies
Fraught with the Ian this all may cause
Grey with tears yet to fall
A choice based on time
Red sky at night
Or red sky at dawn
What say you Shepherd
Your folly or scorn.
Open… In wait, for a choice to be made
Distant fields are calling
Are they greener?
They’re tempting
So very tempting
They breath a life that’s been missing
Yes. Here walls are crumbling
Fences weakened, thorns are out
Yet those walls are still standing
Built on solid foundations
After all the years
Strength gained through adversity
Fixable? Definitely
Easy enough with time and real care
Overhead Scarlet skies
Fraught with the Ian this all may cause
Grey with tears yet to fall
A choice based on time
Red sky at night
Or red sky at dawn
What say you Shepherd
Your folly or scorn.
“My initial inspiration was the painting from day 1. When I looked at it, I saw what I wanted to see. In life that's the way of the world. We see what we want to see. We're fundamentally programmed to want more all the time, to not be happy or content with our lot and to not only wonder, but to expect the grass to be greener elsewhere. This was the truth part. The dare was admitting to it. And being left with a feeling of guilt for thinking that way. My process is the same for most writers, write, read, rewrite, change, read, and again and again and again. So many drafts until it's where it is, where the sentiment is out. It's like an artist with a painting, it's never finished. I feel the same with writing, I could always change it, depending on the mood of the moment.”
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