None Of Them Shall Catch Me - Found Poetry

Collage/found poetry using black masking tape, scotch tape, glue and pages from an old Puffin edition of Grimm's fairy tales. In this case the story of Hansel and Grettel.

NONE OF THEM SHALL CATCH ME

She washed the
Wounded morning
With a heavy heart
Then bounded out to catch
The sunset.

Now go to bed little creature
She said.
For i am sure they will kill you
This time.

But he was sadly lame
And behind himself.