Archive | December, 2011

Graffiti

10 Dec

GRAFFITI

You came wilfully into my garden
And built me a wall of words
Beckoning, shackling words
Beautiful – Isle of Yew
And the words crept into my heart
And became a part of it
The wall shimmered in my garden
And I looked to it for delight
But when I reached out to touch
It shattered
And my garden lay littered
With broken words

ALINE WAITES 1973

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fashions faces – kenwood

10 Dec

FASHION’S FACES – THOUGHTS AT KENWOOD

While phantom music permeates the hall

Strummed by a maiden in a golden gown

And godlike generals glower from the wall

The past times courtesans and queens look down.

Deep bosomed prisoners with pallid skin

Each plump wrist manacled with jewelled chain

Does fashion’s face conceal the vice within?

And can a painters brush explore their pain?

 

 Vitality compressed within a cage

What mischief might those hooded eyes belie

The painted shadows of a former age

Seen through a jobbing artist’s shuttered eye

A studied likeness reproduced by art

May never yet reveal the hidden heart

 

Aline Waites © 2006