Clyde


Clyde

 

First hit to the right.

Sounded like drambuiee.

Why the gray facade.

What is its relevance to me.

 

Pig pen plantation,

Piled high.

Perverse people experiments,

They reside in the Hillside landslide.

 

Climbing from the city,

Left the stench to natures pretty,

Time slows fast.

Dumbarton to Clyde rising to,

 

Rannoch,

Cutting cold,

Moving shelter,

Glaring white,

 

Cotton wool wilderness.

A stag runs free,

Around Iced lakes,

Cant get this close to nature.

 

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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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