07 February 2010


Donner's Painting

The wayward paint and wilful sable brush
find me, unable, undeft, laborious,
not the ideal painter of a fable -

'A naked woman sitting about a garden 
with a unicorn eating the roses.'

Inching, dragging, dabbing, staring,
caring and correcting, and revising
these poses of derivative devising -
how many yestermorns must there have been
since someone painted the first of unicorns.

As I go, so slow, Sophie and her companion
sit and seem to know
how they should look and be; they see,
their perfect likeness; waiting
'till they feel they are acquainted
with what it is I've painted.

Patient, the delicate beast, waits for his floral feast
rises above his Daler Rowney Acrylic
already musing on something - more idyllic
than the daubs and drips of green
surrounding him, knowing what he has seen.

And Sophie, unabashed, waits to be dressed
in perfect nakedness.
Her destiny and destination
closer by each brushstroke's intimation,
strives to catch her breath, its inspiration.

1 comment:

  1. I've only just discovered Mr. Petherbridge by way of the Lord Peter Wimsey movies. I stumbled upon this site via a link on

    In reading his posts and studying the artwork I feel full, as if I've just had a fine meal with people I loved. I am satisfied somehow at a level that I was unconscious of until this moment.

    Mr. Petherbridge's talents go way beyond the stage door. I'm enchanted by his words and art.

    I live in a rural town in Pennsylvania but he describes London so crisply that I can picture it all - from the walk past old landmarks to the tube station and to the formal party.

    Just wondering...any chance of family photos on the site in the future?