Thursday, 16 October 2008


Transparent, with no finger tips,
Man made you
Just to be
And so I wonder
When was I
By this mechanical Eden?
Though scentless,
Without a soul
And no door to walk inside,
I am sheltered
Within this paradise
Of artifice.

By Louise Holt, De Montfort University, Leicester

1 comment:

Jonathan Taylor said...

Hi Louise,

What is the central subject here? There're some strong lines here in terms of sound.

Thanks, Jonathan