Evelyn Eastwood 1907-2001 Paintings 

 

I could Live no other place

            than by the water –Veiled or glittering in moods

            from grey to peacock – The instant rush of wave

            after wave, the feel of air

And a far reach of vision

 

            You are sea, I am shore.

            You advance, I retreat.

            The moon draws you,

            I follow,

            Beckoning return.

 

We have left the lurking deep.

Here the shallows, crystalline,

            lead to ever firmer sand.

Wreathes of tide-wrack building

            As the shore-plants hold.

 

In eternal balance

Giving and taking,

The marsh, dark channeled,

Harbors a myriad of little lives

Until they launch to sea –

Again the cycle.