Fork in the Road, Words by Alan Whitfield


So this is the beaten track
I’ve turned the corner now
Time etched in rock
3 figures of feet below me

Green stagnant pools
Hung over by gulls
I’m looking down
Birds give me perspective

I’m thinking about what?

What was their?
Lines in rock?
all that’s gone?
Still Undulating gulls flock.

Far away in vast abyss
Hi-vis calls Grampian tone
breaks the gaze…

No i’m alright?

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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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