New Found Freedom
[Internet escapism]
Sssh!
Another Space Race required?
internet writing, art and sound. Saying Something is for all art forms from artists/creative people at all levels. A place to experiment and display work. Collaboration and reflection welcome. New members always welcome. Like to join? email simoncrescentAThotmailDOTcoDOTuk
I feel his armour rushingthrough tangles of trees
I need a new art movementSappho? Morgan?
I feel his armour rushingthrough tangles of trees
(A big pay cheque would
make my poem a film)
Mordred, son of a sorcerer
and sorceress
Maddened by spells and evil.
He rises when the king is
sick and the land is as barren
as artificiality.
Once we have driven for miles,
when due New York weather
in pepper-clouded English skies
we catch the spell of a rainbow
bold, visible yet, quite impossible.
Before the Sun sets deep red
like in oriental skies
our rainbows appear, momentarily
Orange white and green
As if the "yellow brick road"
lead (by some strange apparition)
East, East and further still!