Taking inspiration from the well-known poem by Hughes Mearns
Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish, I wish he’d go away…
A series based on our curiosities.. Victoriana – the unseen, secrecy and obsession.
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Hi. Love this work. I have been pretty moth obsessed lately. We live at the edge of a wood and moths are everywhere in our doll sized cottage as it’s been so hot the windows have all been open after dark. Flying lace !
Here’s a response to this work in poetic form, and a homage to the poem you mentioned. I’ve been working alone late at night in the middle of nowhere … and yep, this did happen… I recently had a bereavement so guess I’m turned up to the etheric and emotional layer of life…what lies only just beneath… Here goes…x
A voice I heard
Which was not there
Or might have been
I cannot say
It called my name
In rustling silk
I answered
Turned
It fell away