spirits of the moor
Spirits of the moor by ashar

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oil on a wooden panel 79x51cm..Email me for prices Enter the reference Number in the subject line please
NB: free shipping in the UK mainland

In swirling clouds of silver lace
The disk of Luna lies concealed
Across the Autumn skies they race
Over this shadow realm surreal.

On evening shadows now, I gaze
A gentle wind swirls through the trees
From depths of sleep, I watch half-dazed
Thin branches stirring in the breeze.

Lights flickering neath mystic skies
Through gaps in trees, they shine within
Entranced, my mind, I watch surprised
This spectral beauty in the wind.

In these dark shadows, spirits drift
Translucent ghosts and dryads old
From this meadow, I sense their gift
Strange stories from the wood untold.

Oh let me join thy sylvan fest
Pale spirits of this Solstice night
Before the Moon sets in the west
We'll revel neath her misty light.
Sharon, MA



I use oil pastels, oil sticks, markers, scrapers charcoal, pigment sticks, newspaper, and graphite to make marks whichever fits the moment

UV protected, Signed on the back. The work is on a plywood panel and is ready to hang. No further framing is needed

Ref: 21/01

Spirits of the moor by ashar

oil on a wooden panel 79x51cm..Email me for prices Enter the reference Number in the subject line please
NB: free shipping in the UK mainland

In swirling clouds of silver lace
The disk of Luna lies concealed
Across the Autumn skies they race
Over this shadow realm surreal.

On evening shadows now, I gaze
A gentle wind swirls through the trees
From depths of sleep, I watch half-dazed
Thin branches stirring in the breeze.

Lights flickering neath mystic skies
Through gaps in trees, they shine within
Entranced, my mind, I watch surprised
This spectral beauty in the wind.

In these dark shadows, spirits drift
Translucent ghosts and dryads old
From this meadow, I sense their gift
Strange stories from the wood untold.

Oh let me join thy sylvan fest
Pale spirits of this Solstice night
Before the Moon sets in the west
We'll revel neath her misty light.
Sharon, MA



I use oil pastels, oil sticks, markers, scrapers charcoal, pigment sticks, newspaper, and graphite to make marks whichever fits the moment

UV protected, Signed on the back. The work is on a plywood panel and is ready to hang. No further framing is needed

Ref: 21/01