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A heavy cloak hangs
allotment sheds rise and fade
saturated air
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by Scooj
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A heavy cloak hangs
allotment sheds rise and fade
saturated air
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by Scooj
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It is pissing down
so much for a lunchtime walk
dog will have to wait
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by Scooj
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Looking at the stars
I wonder what the ancients
would have made of them
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by Scooj
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Climate confusion
hibernating ladybirds emerge
to bathe in the sun
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by Scooj
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The edge of the moor
wild horses and cattle graze
a fine rain wetting
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by Scooj
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September breezes
initiate first leaf fall
and shiny conkers
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by Scooj
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At last, northerlies
draw down heavy Arctic air
and we see our breath
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by Scooj
This is the first of a swathe of wonderful pieces by Logoe, who seems to have sparked into life with at least five pieces in a little over a week. It took me a moment to recognise the artist, because it is such a long time since I last saw any of his work.
The script-style writing spells out Logoe and the vertical fill autumn colours in the letters is truly exceptional, looking like huge paint drips on the wall. Many of Logoe’s pieces have some philosophical or song writing in them, scrawled over his work, and here it says ‘I sware on my muver’s life’. A lovely piece, and watch this space for a whole lot more.
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Nestled side by side
cocooned in spikey armour
prepared for battle
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by Scooj
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Sunlit particles
dance in oblique autumn light
Brownian motion
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by Scooj