Twenty eight years ago I bought some inks,
Chinese ink sticks, brushes and a grinder,
A ceramic palette and some brush stands.
I made one or two black and white pictures,
Then put my kit aside, and got a job.
Today I found my sketchbook from those days.
I opened it and there was this orchid,
A picture I've no recollection of.
Small but free and I want to paint again.
I will make time and revisit lost days.
Well into my dog days now, I must try
To rediscover those lost afternoons
Where escape from reality of pain
Generated in a cruel world happens.
Harry Rogers, 23rd May 2025