Inmate Dadd

The Fairy-Feller's Master StrokeHere we see inmate Dadd,
Armed with palette and brush.
He serves as a prisoner of art;
A daisy caught in a rosebush.

Richard resides in a land of his own,
Far away from the norm.
With bitter smile and harsh laugh,
He’s too far gone to conform.

So he goes off with the fairies,
And takes rule of their land;
In which he can be content,
Yet alone he will stand.

He planted several seeds
From which chestnuts grew.
Blossoming like the spring
Their land was made anew.

Then the King and Queen
Rejoiced in glee,
For they knew inmate Dadd
Had come to set them free.

But once upon a while
A fairy feller came forth;
Towering in dominance,
He was not from this Earth.

With his evil long axe
He struck open the chestnuts,
And as they were crushed
Dadd churned in his gut.

The feller did not cease,
He continued to abolish,
And poor old Richard Dadd
Lost all he had to cherish.

Now he is stuck in the void,
Lost in his solitary shell;
Mumbling and murmuring,
Trapped in his personal Hell.

So here we see inmate Dadd,
Armed with palette and brush,
Prisoner in his own masterpiece;
Please respect his hush.

This poem was written as a response to the painting: ‘The Fairy Feller’s Master Stroke’, by Richard Dadd [as pictured above.] Dadd was locked up in Broadmoor in the 19th century for the murder of his father, and it was whilst locked up he painted this amazingly intricate piece. 

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