Walking into April, oil on Board, Tina Newlove, Latcham Gallery, 2008, Insubstantial

Walking into April, Oil on Board, Tina Newlove 2007

he was insubstantial as he walked along
the wind blew through him

his head floated along at head level

he was looking without meaning
his heart was ticking without feeling

he couldn’t feel his fingers or toes
he thought his body had disappeared

He didn’t look down

he kept moving to calm his nerves
the constant motion of the cars

swishing past
offering a little peace

┬ęTina Newlove