Blue jewels shatter under the hammer of the sky
And I don’t know why.
A drum, a piece of table, a crab pot?
It is a drum squeezed and broken.
A flywheel, a motor, part of a clock?
It is a flywheel spinning forever, disconnected.
A medical instrument, an elaborate bong, a Turkish pipe?
It is a medical speculum wrapped in a skirt.
A fish, a letter opener, a wooden wand?
It is a fish with rigor mortis.
And I don’t know why
Blue jewels shatter under the hammer of the sky.
I've just completed my third weekly diary art box. This week's theme - Dream. Once more it contains five elements:-
A). A box made up of objects from Derek's dream (Derek is in prison)
B). A Dream drama (Derek's dream).
C). A poem (above)
D). A collage
E). A watercolour sketch of Derek's mother, Endwell (she makes her appearance in Derek's dream - and I'm not sure if she's dead or alive - yet).
Catch up with me next week when the theme is Nightmare.