Yellow Dress
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AcrylicDescription
Based on a poem by Justine during lockdown.
"The cloth can't hide me caving in upon myself,
Nowhere to go, nobody to see...
I might as well be naked, dumb, mute.
Falling backwards into a black hole of daily stats, numbers
The relentless news of deaths, survivors, tragedies,
Wrestling with it all in a twilight world
Each day morphs into the next,
An unbroken routine, wrenched from the life I knew
I feel like neither man nor woman
Only the meagre stool I sit on grounds me
Angular and awkward, my tired body tries to find some comfort, peace,
While my mind cannot.
Even my hands have grown a new dimension
To cradle my ponderous head
I despair,
Yet I still wear my yellow dress of hope.Try it!
