Wishing Walls

Poems from my sketchbook – 2004

A Week in Prague

 

This table of fortune understands its people who gather to sing as

the night becomes fragmented and swans fly towards islands on the edge of town.

The stone is harsh reflecting a ripe memory of oval pools astounding

blindness avoiding sacrifice of metallic powders.

Prisoners between mountains exploit delicacies made from satin

during evening summers designed for opera singers – radio stars  – break their hearts, shattering the party mix – flavours of fizzy messed up people understanding

the children and their reflections mean everything. No matter, the colours will return to all the wishing walls.

the wishing walls are loved forever.

 

Published by alenkiewicz

I am a Liverpool based artist. This site provides information about my current art practice.

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