Canvas

• Charlotte Warner, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2017

A collection of constellations connected by invisible lines,
Fixed to another by secret string of veins.
The sun’s kiss. Speckles of gold.
A connect-the-dots of our stories told.

We paint faces to play pretend of things we admire,
But the years remove the rainbow hues.
Stains of colour. Pigment of play.
When did we all stop living this way?

Like a canvas we depict our inner thoughts on ourselves,
Images to inspire and enkindle.
Art that’s alive. Ink beneath skin.
Reflecting our lives, deep from within.

Learning valuable lessons from life’s challenges,
Reminders of our endurance.
Flows of crimson. We never knew.
Not to be feared but not to pursue.