XLVII
Hand of my hand, rest.
Heart of my heart, sleep.
Bright eye of childhood count
the lambs and not the sheep:
may the shepherd keep
a watch over your bed
till every lamb and you
rest a dreaming head.
The monsters of the day
have fled to other fields,
and now the mothering one
her milk of moonlight yields
and the great hunter wields
his wonders in the sky:
may all the monsters of
night and the nightmare fly.
From the foal and from
the kitten, child and kid
as they dream within
the eye and shuttered lid
our shoddy world is hid:
may a Mary of dreams
show them it is not
as monstrous as it seems.
George Barker
These works were created using discarded materials found at home and experimental techniques that pushed the limits of my printer. Paper, textures, and printing errors were deliberately incorporated into the process, with the prints manually distorted inside the printer.