A Poem: Four Months

Four months

Watching videos cast on a fast hold wall

axing at pulp to carry

alone I walk the room abhorred

challenged inner and outer soul

my making or off the path

dirt on nails skin torn

that smell wont leave

am I advancing or do I deceive

mental sanctuary  a place to emend

I fell in love with a shaft of light

polish up well as a nervous smile

As ever the Teflon kernel…


By Alan Whitfield 2012


Author: alanwhitfield80

Hello! I get about a bit so here about me first. I am a visual artist and poet who works within the context of fine art. My work is grounded in documentary, exploring the inner beauty of everyday life through various lens based media. Notions of nostalgia and social commentary are present, but from a definite northern working class perspective. Instinctively I exploring the townscapes of North Wales and the North West, often producing work that reflects the every day minutiae of life.

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