bright sunshine
over a carpet of frost
night terrors
© Rachel Green February 2025
I.VI
To work! As though she sees the figure
from her night delirium inside her dwelling
she scours for a canvas; something bigger
to conveys the thoughts he addled brain is yelling.
No canvas in her bedroom storage lurks
and her flatmates will have none, she knows for sure
for neither of them paint to make their artworks
and she'll not betray the trust displayed before.
No reams of drawing paper for her stencils;
no stacks of NOT Pressed watercolour for
expensive bottled inks or coloured pencils
but what she has is her own bedroom door.
© Rachel Green February 2025
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