She had been so tired

She had been so tired
So brave but not even this
Could keep her safe
From what is within

She has been forced into work
Yes, forced into work
Forced into work
Like a flower in a suit of armour

Oh, she’s so tired
She never rests
Her holidays are years away
Her holiday is nearer death

She has been so tired, so tired
I am powerless
And I’m grieved
She works so hard
So hard
It seems she never lives

You wait for the tree to grow

You wait for the tree to grow
But it grows hollow
You wait for the blossom to come
But there are thorns in her hair

She’s a person inside a person
She’s a love inside a broken heart
In healing too fast she is a wooden fear
In healing too slow
She is an alien atmosphere

Deep in sorrow

Deep in sorrow
Sat in invisible sadness

She finished her meal
She sat there in madness

Deep, so deep in wailings
The wailing cries
That dreams are stopped by
The smashes of floods, the storms of awakenings

She sat there in a shock
That she arbitrated
A false revelation
An accusation

Her plate cleaned of food
Her mind-claw dumbness revealed
It was both a beginning and an ending
It was the past sealed

Florence

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I was drawing to see what would happen. I drew some pictures of women. I had been affected by adverts of poor third world children with hair lips on the TV so I drew pictures of western women with hair lips. As I decided to add colour it seemed to me that this profile reminded me of Allesso Baldovinetti’s portrait of a lady, just a little, so I referred to the colours he used. The colours here are not as bright as the watercolour pencils I used alas.

Sara Seahorse

Sara
Sara Seahorse
All that glitter
In your hair
Sara
Sara Seahorse
Gathering straw
For her mare

Sara, Sara Seahorse
Walking by
The riverside
Sara, Sara seahorse
When will you
Be the bride

Sunsets in your diaries
Stars in your jewellery case
Her beauty is breath-taking
Her life a fleeting breath

Sara
Sara Seahorse
Sleeping silently
In the tide
Sara, Sara seahorse
Twists and turns
In the seas side

Come down from your pyramid

Come down from your pyramid
David
Use sand to make a table and four chairs
Let the dogs chase the cats without fear of burial
Drink to the god who was never there

Come down from your pyramid
Rachel
Handmaiden of the dead and destroyed
By the global river sit down
Fish for suns in the fast flowing current

Come down from your pyramid
Earnest
Re-join the troops going home
This is the end you are free soon
Take this newfound love of something more

Let us forget the pain of the world

Let us forget the pain of the world!
He threw down a bag of money
The wine and the stars were mixed together
Love was a breath of wind rising up on the shore

The sea became motionless, the night became still
Nothing moved but the beating of our hearts
We died together yet we also lived
Such is the way to the stars

Damien Dandy

What have you been afraid of?
All these years?
What have you been afraid of?
Motorbike in country lane
You are the hawk headed rider moth
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Your friends the mirror people
In dusty country halls and bars
With an acetylene blowtorches
Melting down your stolen stars
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Test tube Teresa on the mantelpiece
In an iron corset from the coast
A bullhead in the larder
With candles burning in the garden
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Kiss me quick said the old hag
Selling fortunes at the fair
What are you afraid of?
When you say you haven’t a care
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Amongst the tipping rain

Amongst the tipping rain
I saw an arrow falling

And it was lost in the rain
And fell into a pool

The 1950s house would not stand still
Until I drew flowers in the garden

The house was drawn with crayons
By a child of distant memory

It’s strange how some memories endure
Like mirrors in the sky

The ringdove that sat on the roof
Had the cloud wrapped around it

One of the women was looking at something
The other woman looked ambivalent

They were drawn carefully with a light touch
They do not seem to know me

She does not wish to be seen

She does not wish to be seen
She hides her face
She turns into the shadows

In her heart she keep a beast
A beast in chains
That she shows me

In the darkness of her face
A light come on
Like the light from a half closed door

She sits apart
Like a circus owner
Rehearsing her act for the show

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