It's the 21st Birthday of National Poetry Day

Here's a couple of poems about our Swan of the Exe sculpture

The Swan of the Exe by Vicky Jocher

Collaborations
Amalgamations
By notions of history and art
Very much from the heart
A wackin' burd
Made perhaps fantastically, absurdly bold
Sea monster or swan
Whichever the plan,
A folly of old
A folly of new
with plastic jetsam and flotsam, orange, white and blue

Harp, aliens, carp and a... monster? by Monica Lang

Look! That harp plays all by itself

No-one’s there. ssss’ MAGIC Mum

ssss’MAGIC Dad

ssssssssssss

Look at the jellyfish

It’s not a jellyfish

It’s got aliens

inside

Ooh. Glittery fishes

Mirror carp

Colourbright dragons

Don’t forget the bags Mum and Dad

the next time we go to Sainsburys

You can Save the Planet too,  Mum and Dad

That’s what the sculptures are for…

out-with-the-kids but NOT SHOPPING  

nor armchairSkytelly content

They drag at their fags and their kiddie’s new clothes

Come away from those women in hats!

from their scissors lump hammers and mess

There’s Wetherspoons only down there

Come away from the sculptings and seagulls and sand

Come away from the Grand Teignmouth Pier

old buckets and worn spades

faded jeans and a picnic basket

chattering smiling laughing stopping

to admire our oh-it’s-a-monster

no it’s a swan

actually.

their children make her more feathers

out of our plastic milkbottles

and take photos