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I’ve been watching Shetland again and am mesmerised by the stony beauty of its bay.
Here is my painting of a foggy vista framed by the craggy dockyards.
This old poem made me think of the sea in a different way.
I like to think of it having streets, just like we do on Terra Firma.
“Have you seen the streets in the sea?
The streets with no houses to bound them,
And only the wavelets around them,
Yet running as straight as can be,
White in the blue,
Parallel too,
Stretching afar
Over the bar,
Out to the islands and far away
Beyond the curve of the sheltering bay—
Have you seen the streets in the sea?

Who walks on these mystical streets?
The breezes go racing along them,
The dreams of maidenhood throng them,
And fancy with fancy meets,
Daintily gay,
One with the day,
Dancing along
Swept by a song
Out to a distant, shadowy shore,
And they will come back to us nevermore
Along the streets of the sea.”

End of the Street

Meg Lewer

AUD$1,530
Size: 60w x 48h x 3d cms
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Inks and pen on board

Framed in a pale limewashed wood and wide white matt.

Ready to hang

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I’ve been watching Shetland again and am mesmerised by the stony beauty of its bay.
Here is my painting of a foggy vista framed by the craggy dockyards.
This old poem made me think of the sea in a different way.
I like to think of it having streets, just like we do on Terra Firma.
“Have you seen the streets in the sea?
The streets with no houses to bound them,
And only the wavelets around them,
Yet running as straight as can be,
White in the blue,
Parallel too,
Stretching afar
Over the bar,
Out to the islands and far away
Beyond the curve of the sheltering bay—
Have you seen the streets in the sea?

Who walks on these mystical streets?
The breezes go racing along them,
The dreams of maidenhood throng them,
And fancy with fancy meets,
Daintily gay,
One with the day,
Dancing along
Swept by a song
Out to a distant, shadowy shore,
And they will come back to us nevermore
Along the streets of the sea.”