Mark Lloyd
Mixed media on Waterford paper
70 cm x 45 cm 2014
Artist Mark Lloyd and I met just over three years ago in fortuitious circumstances in Bournemouth. It’s been a whirlwind of a time since then, both of us working our creative asses of in our own fields. We collaborated on this.
My poem;
Split
They’re at the open window
of their top floor flat-
night’s ink bottle tips
it’s creeping blue-black,
as they smoke in silence.
He flicks out the stub of a question:
so what do you really want?
The longer her pause,
the more he’s sure of her answer.
