The Thatcher- A Poem in Praise - Limited Edition Framed Print - Deirdre McNally
The Thatcher- A Poem in Praise - Limited Edition Framed Print - Deirdre McNally
The Thatcher- A Poem in Praise - Limited Edition Framed Print - Deirdre McNally
The Thatcher- A Poem in Praise - Limited Edition Framed Print - Deirdre McNally
The Thatcher- A Poem in Praise - Limited Edition Framed Print - Deirdre McNally
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The Thatcher- A Poem in Praise - Limited Edition Framed Print - Deirdre McNally

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This is One of Deirdre's Poetry Inspired Fine Artworks - The Script of the Poem also comes with The Limited Edition FRAMED Print.

THE THATCHER - A POEM IN PRAISE -  Limited Fine Art Print By Dee McNally (1/75) (In Deirdre's own words) 

The Thatcher – a poem in praise – Siobhan Ni Luain

‘For glory’s light in grudging fields.

I crowned the roofs with gold.’

 These were the words that inspired me to create the artwork

 Standing at the bridge , the old man sees more than the mountains before him.                             

  His entire life  is woven into the landscape. A hard life.  After years spent honing his craft , he became the master. He was a thatcher.  His calloused hands deftly coaxed the straw, tucking it in as safely, as a mother with her newborn infant.

The thatcher, that’s the only name I know him by, but I am drawn to him as a fellow artist, a sculptor perhaps?  I feel privileged to meet him

  His purpose was to provide  protection from the elements but what he  created was more than just  a serviceable roof. It was the warm glow in the evening light that welcomed home a  weary soul  like a comforting blanket. 

Older now, frail. With no-one to follow in his footsteps, he laments the demise of his life’s work evident in the scene before him. When he was a  younger man, the mountains came alive in the evening light. It was a sight to behold from the very spot where he is now standing.

Only  a few thatched cottages left now.  I take my leave of him as he watches the last rays of the setting sun ‘crown the roofs with gold’

 I used the medium of  ink on yupo paper to capture the images that filled my head as I read this poem.

 

 Dee McNally