Penrhys


Penrhys

So far off
I had to make A double take.
Eyes strain so far
At the bricks and cars.

Up a hill,
Down to first,
It’s such a climb.
Could it get worse!

A view to kill.
the horizon line
Just by where the earth
Licks the sky.

Mildew grey,
Like concrete divots.
A crime rate high
Even The wind took the privets.

Garage doors of solid steel
Rundown, Rusty, reinforced &
Padlocked up
Just To protect bits of stuff.

The urban insurgents
Have ran their course
They pick our class
In This tory view

I feel so moved or is guilt
I can’t snap photos
Of people’s homes
it’s not their fault
That They were built

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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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