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Woodland burial
with willow wicker coffin
return to the earth.
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by Scooj
Tag: Death
Passing time
It’s fast approaching
and after all the waiting
time to say goodbye.
by Scooj
Waiting game
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Waiting for a bus,
for the summer, for a death;
I’m always waiting.
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by Scooj
Hunters
In the night
when all is pitch black
they will come
baring teeth
stealing the dreams from children
and wreaking havoc
by Scooj
Pavement flowers
I didn’t know you
though I feel the pain of death;
murder on the streets.
by Scooj
977. Moon Street (35)
This is what graffiti art is all about – a slightly dodgy alley with a derelict store room where the door has given way. Here RIP has found the perfect spot to spray one of his ‘Dia de muertos’ stencils. I know I sound like a scratched record, but half of the art of graffiti art is the placement of the piece.
I’m not too sure when RIP did this piece, but I think it might have been during Upfest, so it falls neatly into the category of a little gift left behind after the festival. More from RIP to follow soon.
895. The Bearpit (78)
So the most prolific Bristol street artist, Laic217, continues to spread his love all over the city. This one is at the bottom of the steps on the north west side of The Bearpit. The story here is not entirely clear, but the bug spray would appear to be killing the bugs inside the skeleton’s head.
Laic217 is really perfecting these skull characters, and telling loads of stories on the way. There are emergent themes in his work: skulls and death generally; insects; bucket hats and spray cans. Few of his pieces don’t have two or more of these things.
You won’t have to wait long for another Laic217 post – I have several waiting in the wings.
Hurt
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I cannot recall
A performance of yours that
I did not enjoy.
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by Scooj
Summer holiday
I remember the day you died
we had been playing all of us
in the garden around the house.
We squeezed in the car for a trip
oh! happy day with my cousins
I remember the day you died
I looked forward to the summers
spending time with your family
you were all like siblings to me
at least, during the holidays
I remember the day you died
we had a tumble, you and I
and our heads banged hard leaving bumps
your head small, you were only two
you shed tears and after we laughed
I remember the day you died
I left you then to stay over
with our grandparents for a while
and that was it
I wouldn’t see you again
That was the day you died
drowned alone in the swimming pool.
The call came through to my grandma
I’d never seen them cry before.
Then the sadness that never left.
I still had the bump on my head
something from you so tangible
I wanted to keep it always
but it went as I knew it would.
Many years have passed little cuz.
I can’t forget the day you died.
by Scooj
For E.K.
On College Green
Crows strutting their stuff;
I am suspicious of their
murderous intent.
by Scooj
Natural adventures 