Monday 12 March 2012

Funeral Glyph

An improvised window poem written on the front door of the church at my grandpa's recent funeral. Not very clear or original but you may see a sickle and you may see a vision of the afterlife. Or you may just see a wet, miserable day brightened by the memory of a fine, old gent who was a very fine, old grandfather to me. The poem reads:

death/reap

Moments later the poem started to drip away, much like life, but I didn't manage to take a photo of that because I didn't want to draw too much attention to myself, the church elders being a rather solemn lot. No matter. Peace to them and peace to my grandpa. And peace to you.

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