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Rivals poem

Rivals is a fun poem and was inspired by a prompt at my first tutorial for Creative Writing with the Open University back in 2011. I love painting but it doesn’t often get a look-in because the writing takes over.

 

I stand alone in a colourful pot,
bristles, dry and crispy,
why do those inky
rivals get attention
and not me?

Dip me in blue,
paint a cloudless sky,
orange, a fire burnished sun.
Dip me in green, paint a land
with tall trees, mounds on moors
but instead she chooses the pen.

Abandoned I stand and wait for the time,
when her words too, will become dry.
Until then here I am, stiff, rigid and cold,
watching and envying the pen.

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