20 February 2013
Two swans Swimming along
A river, I Capture
On camera Print out on a
Giant piece of Photographic paper
In black and white Two silhouettes
Quite beautiful Against
The background of A February sunset,
I try to wrap the photograph, Enlarged to the size
Of half a large church disguised Around a construction of plastic
Balls, I have sculptured & Glued, into the shape of a tall
Thin woman I am calling Two Swans Walking
When I touch her hand, she flies When I kiss her lips, she flies When I tell her I love her, she
Spreads her monochrome wings And flies to me, and I
Close my eyes and we are Two Swans Flying
So high, that our black & white Lives are coloured by magnificent
Sky, and we are Two Swans diving
Into the river, into an ocean Alive with the motion of our webbed
Feet treading work and life Like Two Swans Gliding
Effortlessly beside the edge Of a riverbank, in love
Two Swans • Opuss № I