The Wild Fowl of the Air

10 x 12

Wood panel, rice paper, charcoal, acrylic, house paint

Black frame, white mat, glass

Inspired by The Madness of King Goll, W.B. Yeats (excerpt)

I sat on cushioned otter-skin:

My word was law from Ith to Emain,

And shook at Inver Amergin

The hearts of the world-troubling seamen,

And drove tumult and war away

From girl and boy and man and beast;

The fields grew fatter day by day,

The wild fowl of the air increased;

And every ancient Ollave said,

While he bent down his fading head.

"He drives away the Northern cold.'

They will not hush, the leaves a-flutter round me, the beech leaves old.

Available at Gallery 50, Rehoboth Delaware