Here I am, surrounded by living fossil in a form that could seem beautiful and profound were it not for the baleful apostle glaring down at 'Do Not Touch The Grass'. I am not made for this high mass in perpetuum, ad infinitum, et cetera.
The trees here are unkissable, ring-around-the-rosied with prestige. My wilderness here is unpermissible as a nose pressed to stained glass. I could not bear this kind of class! Imagine three years spent fettered up
by courtyards that make the sky seem frameable! This place could stand the test of molten time oozing over its search for the unnameable, but it won't stand for me - alas! I'm looking for a place with way more sass than any I could leave so lettered up!
- Adele Guyton
Once a week I feature an Artist or Poet. To start off this tradition, Adele Guyton has kindly contributed her poem below. Adele was a Brockwood student like myself and our paths crossed many times over Shakespeare, philosophy, singing-songwriting, and general merrymaking. She is a talented playwright, actress, singer-songwriter and poet (amongst other things). See for yourselves...