I walk with my head down, collecting every penny for luck (Blinding Light)

I walk with my head down, collecting every penny for luck

Compulsively seeking contact with the divine

Like a moth 

Drawn to light

To the blinding radiance

Beams spilling, expanding and projecting outwards

Insular and increasingly collapsed

I fall into the dark spot just behind


(Cotton embroidery thread, 18-count aida, tarnished brass mount, walnut frame, silver and silver plated Cornish piskie charms, nine 1p coins scattered on floor underneath the embroidery).