"Patching the Void 3 with Poem"
"WHISKERS"
Is there no end to your sleight of hand
Your magic lantern show,
Your succession of charades?
I delved into each one
Looking for some trace of your identity
But found no signature,
Where are you?
I lay my head on the mossy bank
Smelling the scent of the honeysuckle and the mock orange
The whiskers of your muzzle brushed my hand
Closer you couldn't get.
I never knew yuou till I stopped looking.
Patching the Void 3 Poem
51 x 76cms Colour etching Edition of 10
€650 unframed, Postage and packing included
