haunted funfair

 

the clowns are all hung from the lamp-posts

the swans have been long put to sleep 

we crawl through a barbed-wire outpost

in search of some ghostly relief

 

donald duck is training his spy-glass

on the last of the fast-fading sun

and the haunted funfair advances

our nightmares have just begun

 

 

 

filmed

The topic this week in my PhotoGroup is 'plastic'.  

It's everywhere - littering the side of roads, heaped up in huge land-fill piles, drifting across the oceans and buried deep in forests.  It threatens to consume us all and this is how I've interpreted the brief.


The plastic film threatens to engulf the face. It obscures and distorts its features, much as it does the natural landscape once we've carelessly discarded it.  The plastic serves as a mask to our collective madness, a mask that one day may obliterate us.

These are not pretty pictures. They are not meant to be. Instead, the intention is to challenge and confront our complacency.

dreams and nightmares - no. 116

in the night-garden

done day fades

in sun-burst haze

as

rooted in soil

we breathe

beneath your

dreaming gaze

done day fades

in sun-burst haze

as

we scurry and slither

in search of

dinner

done day fades

in sun-burst haze

as

we howl and chase

in this, the night garden