- Paperback: 58 pages
- Author: Alex Ingram
- Publisher: Not Your Average Type (5th March 2010)
- Language: English
- ISBN: 978-1-907513-10-7
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a selection of work from White Works:
In the Woods
Fish dance and bear folly,
In the woods where we live,
The animals play at eating each other,
And flowers sing in rich colour.
Yellow is never sickly,
And green never looses to fatigue,
White is the gift of art, cold and ready,
And black invites our eyes upwards.
Two men as two children,
Heavy coated and light hearted,
Throwing into water and air,
Without worry or care.
On the Back of Doves
Put your hand on my head,
Please quiet my thoughts,
I would gladly rent out my soul for the night,
For some peace of mind.
And when it comes back in the morning,
Let it come on the back of doves,
In the summer sunlight,
Leaving me beyond despair.
The Saviours Egg
In the depths of the moons smile,
Glowed white, an invisible bird,
Flying through the sky,
Landing on a surface of snow.
Her warm underbelly exposed,
The earth below,
Where she laid her egg,
For all the world to see.
Mental
Throwing my mind out,
Like a child being sick,
All the adults clean it up,
With words I was thinking.
The Lunatics Laugh
The lunatics laugh,
At words that come from thoughts,
Words which we think,
And when we speak and write words we don't think.
At times words seem so solid despite being carried by air and paper,
And we have to laugh under their weight and ungraspable nature.
Biro Storm Cloud
The mess hovers over me like a biro storm cloud above my head,
And promises to stay there until the day I'm dead,
Itry to pull it apart while lying in my bed,
But this is not as easy as it might or could be said.
Another Star
If I could find a star as mine,
I'd be a lucky man,
I'd hide its light inside my hand,
And rub it till it shined.
But stars belong to the sky,
They never will be touched,
And so the light I dearly crave,
From above will never be enough.
So I must find a star down here,
That I can truly value,
As if it had fallen from the night,
And not gaze at you.
Innocent Landscape
Air strings shadow,
Over grass cloth,
A mini-landscape,
Painted like a master.
Disasters happen on our days off,
And we always see ourselves in our dreams and imagination,
Praying to God everyday,
I should do more of that.
