Images from Poems

The Happy Townland
Yeats

The Pebble and the Turtle
Paul B Roth

Underwater lay a smooth pebble never glowed upon at dawn from depths well below this sea’s sand bottom for who knows how long until recently when startled by a tsunami it became lodged, quite by accident, between a Loggerhead turtle’s shell and its hind legs frantically paddling to the surface where, loosened by waves washing over it onshore and beside its own egg cluster, it’s deposited deep in sand and shaded by tall grasses in whose midst leans a crooked no trespassing sign

Spring
Hopkins

Weeds in wheels
Shoot long and lovely and lush 
(I loved the lines but painted the Echinops instead)

The Waste Land

Umbrella at the Hofgarten cafe