Norfolk Watercolour Circle’s Annual Exhibition held at St Margaret’s Church of Art, St Benedict’s Street, Norwich.
19th August, 2018
The din is deafening,
Hammers talking in rounds
As chalk white walls are clothed
With hues of flesh and floral feasts
Seascapes on landscape and
Portraits, who peep with eyes that follow
You round the stunted stone.
We walk on bodies, their foot worn names alone
Remind us of their presence.
Ancient cobwebs hang like broken chandeliers
Among the shipwrecked beams.
Wounded with the modernity of electric light,
Which hesitantly flicker and hum; as if
Unsure of their own integrity.
The hollow nave; no longer filled with wealthy
Merchants looking for a place in heaven,
Still crave the fevered chants of prayer
And the clink of coin in the collection tin.
Now the footfall lingers, just long enough
Upon the grieving stone
To praise the images of modern gods.
Signed, bubbled wrapped and taken home.
In convenient parcels for consumption.
If I were to worship anything
It would be art;
The stained-glass windows of our time
But on canvas and placed at eye level.
Outside, flippant (bunting) flags flap and wave
At passers-by, unsure of entry fees.
Most look away and walk onward,
Eager to reach their final destination.
But a few brave souls wander in,
Looking for art or redemption.
Perhaps, they will find both!