Wednesday, 22 June 2011

Cave Painting Narrative text


After watching ‘Festival Britannia’ on BBC4 I knew how to write the story to compliment my cave painting narrative.

Isle of whites, beware the Isle of whites. Pure and so sure, without fear unafraid of uproar.

Chemistry, anatomy and fidelity - are we like animals? Essence – you have found paradise,
within the Garden.

It’s slipping away.

Windsor parked and contained, more towns like Morton, they’re coming, they’re coming.

Now gathering against the light. We can stop this, stop them. Fight or flee, earth and stone.
Truth. Stonehenge? Who owns this?

Wear out this House and Glast over that berry. But my kinsmen sold out.

Beware the Isle of whites…


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