We Are Paint in Metal Cans

We are paint in metal cans.
We drip, we hurl, we
swirl our colors of fear
confusion and sadness
onto a canvas the size of grief.
It follows us wherever we go
hovering a few feet
behind our heads like a kite
with splattered spittles
of angry red vermillion, swirls
of blue sadness, puddles of brown
confusion – your colors and mine
we are the art.
Today the unframed apparition
is reflected in the glass.
I finally notice other colors
I’d been too selfish to notice before:
huge splashes of courageous purple
and powerful black.

——–
“We Are Paint in Metal Cans,” by Gwendolyn Soper.

Source: Poetry Across the Pond and Beyond, a publication of Lockdown Poets (an underground poetry group founded by Ian Aitken). Gwendolyn is a member of this group, which originated in Scotland. Proceeds from sale of book go to the Cornhill Community Centre, Aberdeen, Scotland.

Also featured in Poetry & Covid, a project funded by the UK Arts and Humanities Research Council, University of Plymouth, and Nottingham Trent University.





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