Housebound

If the sky was perfect inside the house finch he would not beat the red thoughts around his feathered crown, nor collapse his brown-grey wings. — This poem, like a few others written during this month, was inspired by a writing prompt provided by Poem A Day October. The prompt provided an online random image generator

Exalted thus, we left

An old favourite revisited, because artists are allowed to have their obsessions. “Exalted thus, we left” is a reworking of a poem from 2011: I love the Dorothea Tanning painting that spurred the original “Jacob’s Dream for crinolined girls”. When I’m in Tate Modern, I’ll usually try to pop into the Surrealism gallery to gaze

Recycled

In the window is from Senegal, and beautifully put together: the bird. The artist, with the help of sticks and other flotsam, beautifully put together the bird. The artist has been washed ashore with other birds beautifully put together with the help of sticks. They make beautifully put together birds from the window, these sticks