Thank you both for another wonderful post. The paintings and the poems work so well, together.
The moon in the Grimshaw painting is, somehow, ominous. And the landscape has a Victorian flavor, with the ivy on the ruined battlement. It’s clear that Frodo is a stranger there, still yearning for the sweet Shire.
“In the narrow barque of his bed he dremes upon Middle Earth,
heart flying where feet cannot,…”
The Carlsen painting is, somehow, much lighter. And so is the poem. You feel there is hope:
“He will find his home, now.
He will find himself …”
And I hope you two will find the energy and the inspiration to produce posts like this one again.
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The moon in the Grimshaw painting is, somehow, ominous. And the landscape has a Victorian flavor, with the ivy on the ruined battlement. It’s clear that Frodo is a stranger there, still yearning for the sweet Shire.
“In the narrow barque of his bed
he dremes upon Middle Earth,
heart flying where feet
cannot,…”
The Carlsen painting is, somehow, much lighter. And so is the poem. You feel there is hope:
“He will find his home,
now.
He will find
himself …”
And I hope you two will find the energy and the inspiration to produce posts like this one again.