Wokingham ArtFest! Day

I was one of the artists at stand 34 taking part on Saturday at the Arts Fest!. While observing the day I wrote a poem based on my experience for your interest. This feast of tropical swathes of light In Wokingham, taking in new patterns

Shifts to the bushwalk corridors with Wallis

wanderers,

Barclays blokes and Costa collectors.

While Calligraphers reach at the cusp of detail For decisions all calibrated in icon and pastiche.

Familiar and fractious, under plated and over played, The restless ones walk, their worries diluted while

pavements take their weight. Something now head balls its way to sand

and rock,

Its restless, rollicking rovering pickles the earth, Making mountains from molehills

No tackling there with hard hats and

prehistoric feet.

And undercover the artists sit and flourish

Fantasy with fact, so subtle and fanciful till the out

of day.

A man may stop and lend an eye or part

with cash —

It’s a gamble that the gentle one will play.

And at the parting of these painterly plantations, the

bones of display

Are left, and the pavements in bold squares glint in

dusky demeanour.