- The Spaceman Cometh - a book


 ▪ Author: Alex Ingram
Paperback: 12 pages
Publisher: Not Your Average Type (25th Dec 2010)
ISBN-13: 978-1-907513-29-9
RRP: £4.99
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The Spaceman Cometh

The leaves were paper torn by a careful child, the grass was bleached by the artist and the sky filled with soft white clouds, canvassed.

There he stood dripping in silver like a spaceman fallen from the sky with gold stars hung in his halo. I, with brush, used him like a pot of paint, swirling precious metallic colours over all existence. And he just let me without hesitation or signs of limitation. When the flowers grew they sparkled like jewels, garnets of deepest yellow and blue, red and green and diamonds and amethysts danced in the light of our eyes. We both wore our crowns  like kings of the world.

It was the beginning of all my hopes and dreams and like all good things was an end in itself. But as I realised my wish was the most intoxicating picture, always the next day and the next picture.

The completion of dreams is to be enjoyed; knowing what to keep and having a frame ready for those that are finished. For the looking back on our memories needs these tactile aids and how we keep them will prove the self's resolve or it's undoing.

Facts do not have to be cold to the touch like a dead sea serpent; they can be as ornate and beautiful as the interior of the vivid purple Iris, a pleasure to the senses, a prize of nature and of cerebral logic.

While the spaceman has not yet appeared, conclusions are far more frequent.