I would pencil you an attic
to archive childish doubts.
Paint a hatch of primary colours,
Crayon on a lock.
I would use spilt pools of India ink
for where the darkness lies,
Fingerprinting every doorway
with an indigo surmise.
In pastel shades and charcoal,
I would sketch your history,
Blur and smudge the edges,
Defining only me.
I would outline you on parchment.
Trace around your soul.
Brush away the chalk dust,
To let your colours show.

Comments
MistakenMagic | February 8, 2010 - 15:56
'I would sketch your history,
Blur and smudge the edges,
Defining only me.'
- just love these lines, Shoe! And this is a truly wonderful poem - definitely one of my favourites of yours ;) Well done on this one!
Magic xxx
Firebird | February 8, 2010 - 18:27
Wow Shoe! I absolutely adore this x It is beautiful in it's construction , imagery and emotion x:)
shoe | February 8, 2010 - 18:27
Magic, you say the nicest things, My confidence truly appeciates your words,:~}
kheldar | February 8, 2010 - 23:15
"I would pencil you an attic
to archive childish doubts."
Shirley, I just love these opening lines. The whole theme is brilliant and works really well. Clever stuff.
David xx
shoe | February 9, 2010 - 10:30
firebird, Wow, a wow is wonderful from you, many many thanks,
shoe | February 9, 2010 - 10:40
Thank you so much David, I find it impossible to decide if I like what I have written, so your approval is more than welcome and means so much,
Shirley xx
Beeme | February 14, 2010 - 15:15
This is so beautiful Shoe, I love the idea of redefining the person.
My favourite stanza;
'In pastel shades and charcoal,
I would sketch your history,
Blur and smudge the edges,
Defining only me.'
Beeme xx
shoe | February 15, 2010 - 12:02
I think this may be my favourite bit too, though a little egocentric! though there are some bits my history that could do with some smudging,:~}