Thoresby Gallery.

 

Thoresby Gallery had the ridiculous idea of using the end section of their gallery as a Salon des Refusés. In mid-19th century France that term heralded a revolution in Art, here it's just an area where they've placed all the entries they've actually rejected. All of my submissions this year were rejected, one to be propped up on the carpet, one hung on the wall. If they are showing them to the public, then they are surely accepted. It makes no sense to me.

All artwork & text copyright ian g craig.

Love Poem for the Lone Ranger & The Betjeman Blues.

 Love Poem for the Lone Ranger.

Two small eyes from the blankets
With a much larger name,
Watch the flickering night candle
Of a Kelly Lamp flame.

Is your Daddy still working?
Do you look for his lights?
Does your Mommy sound restless
Downstairs in the night?

In a place known as somewhere
You can rest quite assured
There'll be safety in numbers
Chalked across a blackboard.

On a black and white TV
'neath the first satellite,
The Lonely Lone Ranger
Holds Tonto so tight.

 

The Betjeman Blues.

White shorts in the rock pool,
A seaside east town,
A bed-sit for two,
With furniture brown.
Crazy golf gripping fingers,
Crazy slot machine clown,
These Betjeman blues
Are bringing me down.

A sea salt sun memory,
Tanned legs against blue,
Of sand in the bath tub,
Of me inside you.
Crazy candy floss feeling,
Crazy joy ride fairground,
These Betjeman blues
Are bringing me down.

 All text copyright ian g craig 

These poems would be published in my book "46 Contemporary Poems".