David Grant - Reponse to 'An Altered Land by David Fox'

Response to “An Altered Land by David Fox”
at The Olivier Cornet Gallery
by David Grant

Stop!
This rain
This pelting pain
These wounds
Concrete scars and tin-can cars
Forget-me-boxes going nowhere
Here to there, and back again
An endless hummmm...
Of nothingness
Much ado...

Once upon a time
We rolled down hills
Over buttercups and daisies
Over springy grass and plantain stems
Laughter tinkling like cockle-shells
And faeries
Looking on from solitary hawthorns
Bent with ancientness
Gnarled with knowingness
We lay and listened to the blueness of the sky
Still
While all spun 'round us
Sick with giddiness
Scenes unfolding in cotton clouds
Dragons, snails and old men's faces

Then monsters came, with metal teeth, and heaving men,
with breakfast rolls, pneumatic seats, levers, pulling,
pedals, pushing, all carousel on track machines.
And tore into my flesh
Earth-moving
Compacting to a hardened fist.

The rains began
And all was lines and jagged pointy things
Shiny, sharp and cold
Reflecting
Where my soul once was
No more
Cold
Forgetting
What once upon a time we were.

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