PoetryPix
depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words
Tag: barbara hepworth
The addition
After she had hollowed out the heart of stone all along the ley lines, the fractures, the tide lines, she re-invoked them. Laid out wires, meticulously tight-roped to criss-cross the void as geometric space Sometimes she gave us the beauty of nothingness. Smoothed hollows… Continue Reading “The addition”
To the Magic Stones
We took the morning train. Racing out, hastening the pace – then crush and rush to the next train. Packed like sardines for the seaside. Three stops, two – a child shouts uncontrollably. No one looks. Averting our eyes to diagnose, criticise, curse and… Continue Reading “To the Magic Stones”
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