Dadd was, by force of circumstance,
an artist who lived outside the art community.




He was a young man
when he killed his father.




He spent the rest of his life
in confinement in Bethlem hospital


where he produced a series of paintings
on the subject of fairies.




The most elaborate of these is
The Fairy Feller's Master Stroke.




It is a painstakingly detailed work.




It depicts a crowd of little people
standing among towering daisies


and watching a scene whose import must forever
remain locked in Dadd's imagination.

                                         A poem comprised of lines from The Symbolists by Michael Gibson. Harry N. Abrams, 1988. p. 70.


I've always been interested in found poetry—there's a lot of poetry around us just waiting to be discovered! Not everything works as a poem though, so I'm always on the lookout for words, phrases, and sentences that might be interesting in themselves or in combination with other words, phrases, and sentences. I was very taken by the sentence about Richard Dadd that I found in Michael Gibson's book The Symbolists, and I found that when I set it in a certain way, it worked independently as a poem.



                                                                                                         ~Bill Yarrow