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.
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.
3,651 YEARS LIVED: Global Poetry & Prose Reflecting the Pandemic, Edited by Dallas A. Graham.
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
Poetry & Covid, a project funded by the UK Arts and Humanities Research Council, University of Plymouth, and Nottingham Trent University.
WOMEN WRITING HISTORY: A Coronavirus Journaling Project, a project of the National Women’s History Museum