COLOURING OUTSIDE THE LINES | PAPER POETRY
Been a while since I felt the pull to create
With pencil, pen, words or even paint
A lump of wood
Moments to play
Art with something to say
To me, and maybe you
Hands with something to do
Left the mind behind
A moment of inspired time
Captured in a simple rhyme
A weekend with an unexpected lockdown.
Ample time to be. Sketching while the girls painted, my eyes spied my old wood-burning tool mixed in with a box of paints.
Hadn’t used it for almost 20 years….
Found a piece of scrap wood — and this is what unfolded.
My hands took me right back to the care-free days in my early twenties.
The aloe vera in the picture used to help heal the burn I gave myself, not paying attention, of course!
Mattered not. I barely felt it.
Smelt it first — burnt hair has a scent that can’t be ignored!
No purpose — no expectation — no judgement.
Left just to be.
Thanks to Paper Poetry for being the magic muse it is.
I realise this isn’t technically paper — but — it is wood — and well, paper is made from wood.
A connection still, right?!
There I go again — colouring outside the lines.
Thanks for reading
Thanks for being you