This poem is based on a painting I created during the Coronavirus lockdown – as, unable to go beyond the boundaries of my family and garden and home, I sought to marry up the mish-mash of colours outside and within.
Priorities
Locked in, I find myself,
in the place that is the part of myself
that has always been there
waiting for attention
waiting
to reach out with tentacles of colour
to make its mark, to mark its place, upon the canvas of a life
raced through from
start to end
as I come back to the middle
to gather in my
laundry.
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