David Cauldwell

Virtuous Pilgrim (Telekinetic Flush)

from 381.91
Virtuous Pilgrim.jpg

Virtuous Pilgrim (Telekinetic Flush)

from 381.91
  • Prints on high gloss, high quality photo paper using archival inks

  • From a LIMITED EDITION of 22 (per size)

  • FREE shipping

  • Signed and numbered Certificate of Authenticity

  • Print comes with its own unique poem (see below), printed on high quality photo paper, A4 sized, which could be hung next to the print

  • Print only, not framed

  • Commissions available (info@davidcauldwell.com)

More Info

Size:
Quantity:
Add To Cart
  • Prints on high gloss, high quality photo paper using archival inks

  • From a LIMITED EDITION of 22 (per size)

  • FREE shipping

  • Signed and numbered Certificate of Authenticity

  • Print comes with its own unique poem (see below), printed on high quality photo paper, A4 sized, which could be hung next to the print

  • Print only, not framed

  • Commissions available (info@davidcauldwell.com)

VIRTUOUS PILGRIM (TELEKINETIC FLUSH)

Funny how it all began with a telekinetic flush
With cheeks fired volcanic
And in that moment he knew  
A journey was afoot
One flush at a time
For days, weeks and months the pilgrim roamed
In landscapes barren and brimming with life
Until he realised that the only destination he wanted to reach
Unattainable by walking
So in brambled blackberry passage
He sat still passed by paupers and the wealthy
And he said nothing
For whenever people approached
Pilgrim’s cheeks beamed brightest red
And the psychedelic flushes began
Too much to communicate with any kind of coherency
Yet strangely serene for those in pilgrim’s presence
One day a woman approached
And pilgrim’s cheeks refrained from flame-toned flush
Evoking no reaction
A woman of virtue even though not known
Rare to find in this metropolitan blackberry sprawl
Rare to find in a city where people have been taught
That the pursuit of virtue sums to nought
The pilgrim bade the woman farewell
And with a nod of his unflushed head she departed
Hope trailing behind
That virtue existed in such spiky surrounds
The woman infused now with pilgrim’s propensity
Dizzied by telekinetic flushes
She got a message from somewhere
To sit in the middle of median strip
Ensconced in exhaust fumes
In the chaos of traffic and hot flushes
Stationed fast in an arena of fake ladders and ignorant climbers
All rungs leading to a steep fall
Many a motor had passed
When a pilgrim with hair matted from bramble bedlam appeared
Cheeks neutral, extending his hand
Your work here is done
For there are only so many reflections a pair of cheeks can take
Virtue is knowing when the soul is being damaged
By its generosity to absorb and process others’ pain
And being able to walk away
Despite the guilt
To walk away before soul stampeded
In a reality far from this one
A plethora of pilgrims sit on every street corner
In the calmness of their souls with cheeks of neutrality
Their souls at rest on this endless journey

Poem comes printed on A4-sized paper, unframed

Poem comes printed on A4-sized paper, unframed