MUD AT THE WALL
thrown by Mary Featherstone
PALM SUNDAY
The unwanted bray, Uncouth, uncontrolled Erupts from this embarrassment Of an animal in sudden surprise Heads turn, and the butt of derision Plods doggedly unaware Of good grooming and the dignity Of the occasion
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FRACTURE
Noise vandalises quiet Fragments of colour Dislocate and splinter In the heavy air Voices compete For a thin thread Of attention
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RECONSTRUCTION
Wounds healed over Stitches dissolved New skin shines pearl-like In the morning sun Stretches to touch The wholeness Of things placed Just where they should be
Keep reading‘If you throw enough mud at the wall, some of it will stick’
An expression dating back to the age of wattle and daub constructions. Some of our creative efforts may be a little flaky but if we put it all out there something might connect.
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Just having fun.
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