a surrealist picture

I have to admit to becoming hooked on Virginia Woolf on whom I am writing my essay for honours OU. I have been reading several papers on her from the archives, about her contribution to feminism, her arguments about gender, sexuality and androdyny and of the relative "streams of time" which was the topic of much debate in the early 1900s. Russell's  idea of streams of consiousness became important to Woolf in Orando but up until then she had been experimenting, ala her rival Katherine Mansfield , with the idea of the "moment in time" being crystalised in short stories. This latter was the literary equivalent of Impressionism and I started to think about art and literature. I had a picture in my mind that was surrealistic so wrote it down in words - it is not a great formulaic piece but more an experiment of a different type of writing than my norm. Here it is;

float into your mind’s arena

where fish swim in the mist

and no boundaries exist.

curl round the figures of your thoughts

 follow their footprints in the air

in faith they lead straight and fair

here a voiceless woman sings

her notes freezing into glistening icicles;

here a thirsty child drowns

in the flowing tears of a unicorn;

here the golden bracelet round a wrist

brands a tattoo of unity

and the black and white shadows

melt into the sky’s muted canvass.

 here it is that truth dances

like dust caught in stained glass

rays of light

intangible reflections of reality

yet  here we stand with feet of clay

unable to escape the quicksand

and  make the silence sing.