I entered the following poem into the 2016 Guernsey Eisteddfod; it was awarded a first class certificate of which I was absolutley thrilled about.
The Provençal sun lights vibrant blooms golden saffron,
a Van Gogh, a picture so perfect;
a buzzing bee follows the scent of the sunflowers’ nectar
wafting on a warm southern breeze.
Splodged on an artist’s palette amidst the whites and ochres
a squeezed tube spews cadmium lemon,
light delicate brush strokes capture the bees’ colourful bands
in shades of blacks and deep yellow.
The beauties of nature’s distractions momentarily lure him
a painted lady teasingly bathes in warm summer rays . . .
the artist sits back and ponders on where to paint next year,
they say Italy’s nice, but is Naples really yellow?