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
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
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