Sunday, 19 February 2012

Peacock Egg

An artist experiments with a typewriter.
Works out a way of replacing letters with colour.
What he had invented was the chromatic typewriter.
Words are turned into abstract patterns with strange colours.
If you look closely at this poem you’ll see a fried egg
or the eye of a peacock’s feather
depending on which way up you look at it.

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