Cnr. Swanston and Collins Streets.
This painting, by my sister Sandra Wilson, rather haunts me. Spring time in Melbourne is/was a lovely time. Here, the crowd of unisex lemmings doesn't even notice it is spring. The invisible strings that pull these people must be strong - but what is it?
At the corner of Swanston and Collins Street.
They stand, mutely
waiting at corner crossings,
uniformly unisex
in dark attire.
Important people,
with places to go,
impervious to
spring's fresh touch.
With impassive faces
and veiled eyes
focused forward
in city conditioning
these modern lemmings
move as one,
impelled by
unnatural instincts.
Frances Mackay 2006
6 Comments:
Its a beautiful painting your sister did and a beautiful poem you put to it Frances. Well done!
Angel Blessings,
Rhi
By Rhiannon, at 3:29 AM
I just have to agree.We were both touched by the same muse...strange !!
By Sandy, at 3:42 AM
Unnatural indeed. We forget that daily life is peppered in beauties merely awaiting to be rediscovered. A wonderful sentiment ideally expressed in your work.
By Nick Zegarac, at 12:23 PM
very nice!
By J. Andrew Lockhart, at 12:14 PM
I love it!
By Some Guy, at 9:36 PM
Ah!
Nice painting, better poem. I have a few hidden around my site as well. Yours is better. =D
By Unknown, at 6:12 PM
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