A Poem By Alan Whitfield; Viva Arriva


Viva Arriva…

 

Lines in rows

the green worm

cuts the air

steady with care

 

on the concrete

the vultures gather

saliva red drips

prays for slaying

 

entering the heart

glazed stern faces

fixed on places

string never embracing

 

the conducted raises

shyness strikes vision

voluntary narcoleptic condition

the worm stops

 

fresh feed align

crumbs build dams

rappers released relinquished

times have changed

 

foam wears thin

fray plastic skin

incoming tide prices

making margins further

 

Beaching fear felt

vultures make numbers

lines grow stronger

inflation nation wonder

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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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