Solar print of a woodcut by Margaret Gosden
My actor, playwright friend, in Australia, took one of my prints and wrote a verse for each of the four ways it could be viewed, thereby changing the original concept, changing
the scene. Here is what she wrote for this view:
The row-boat was where they had left it,
Beached by a rising tide.
By storms it was battered and broken,
An outcast, it lay on its side.
But the seagulls flew from the ocean
To wish it one last goodbye,
And the old boat rocked to the motion
Of sand and sea and sky.
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