Walking Through Your Painting

• Jasmin Woodward, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2021

Walking through your painting, elegant strides through despair.
The brushstrokes made with precision lay comfortable in your glare.
Searching for the beauty in loathing, hoping hate is the burden of the fair.
Each colour deepens the tone, distancing yourself from what was already there.

The desperate sun that shines its brightness,
Through gaps in passing clouds.
A flowers colours that bare their sweetness,
Like smiles in passing crowds.

Even air sits stagnant,
Strong and icy at your sinister skin.
When I open my eyes,
I’ll be deep in puddles of clear and blurry.
I feel the weight of cognizant thinking,
Still, each word seems akin.
Perspective and it’s hue of purple
Leaves me in a fearful hurry.