An unchangeable wind
On a distinguished night,
Hailed to lowly kings and put up no fight,
With animosity and rage, the stars dimed there light
For this was a scene, in which they could not delight.
The bow of the ship has now lost it’s way,
For this lowly king, will repay,
His ingratitude to the nightly stars,
That hallowed his pathway, thus this far.
The sea had no choice but too obey,
The unlawful wind that choose its way,
The lowly king had changed his mind
And broke the omen of ancient times.
A beautiful Nymph, lit under the moon
Awoke from her sleep and hailed the lagoon
Trapped under the curse, her father bestowed
By betraying Poseidon, a new fate he chose.
She spoke to her father the lowly king
And rebuked his ill treatment; to nature he sinned.
In disguised turmoil he did not obey,
Now his darling daughter will always pay.
The evil curse of the nightly moon
Will always keep her, in this deep lagoon.
Her father’s new allie: Aeolus the great
Will lead him home safely, to face his new fate.
My poem was inspired by Homers 'Odyssey' and Virgil's 'Iliad'. I'm not sure, but you may have to appreciate mythical stories to like it on a different level x
These really big birds nest by the middle of the North Pacific. There size is rarely understood, however Albatross are giants whose true size is rarely captured in photographs. Before i read the article in Ad busters, i looked at the images and thought it was an amusing piece of art work or photography. Astonished by the content in the article , i slowly became aware that these birds would fly out to sea and feed their chicks bits of plastic as they believe it was food. These picture only encapsulate a small scope of the tragedy. To show the true nature of this calamity, the photographer has not moved or manipulated the plastic or bird.
So i'd like to think that i still have some inclination of what fashion designers get up to when they put pen to paper and draw there newest designs. I used to want to be a fashion designer so occasionally i like to relish the moments when i drew what i believed was a work of art!
by David Shrigley 
