... you got it... my math is terrible... :)) K xx

EQUALS C


Stay inside the lines, they said,
but I would press my coloured point hard
into printed sugar paper making dents,
producing scrubbings of wild blue hair and
green scribblings of sky.

My best efforts were all passed by
in favour of lightly shaded, perfect circle cheeks,
puff-pink and smiling like they should –
or preferred by neat brown ordered fences,
non-transgressing and unbroken.

Trees bled, suns lay in puddles and red moons
reversed out of fields of barley skies.
I could never not wobble over boundaries;
would never paint mother in geometry skirt
or box my houses neatly into squares.

Never to be an artist, perhaps my numbers
would all add up instead.