Alice Pallett
FELTING, DYEING, PAINTING and MIXED MEDIA

          

The Dream

 

 

Her

 night cupboard

 pops open in the dark

 when she worries about not doing real work like slaughtering rabbits, wiping bums and comforting the dying.

 

 

Sculpture,

 unless edible,

sustains only the soul.

 

Prints

 on paper, will be shredded

 and stuffed into pillows to satisfy body needs.

 

Stories

 will not be written down.

On what? there is no paper even to wipe bums.

 

 

The night cupboard closes.

She sleeps on sadness.