Nana Ollerenshaw: Two Poems
Colouring In
They sit colouring in
bright blues, greens, yellows and reds
in their variations, all within
the discipline of lines,
lines that force a picture,
the sound and smell of crayons,
the possibilities of paper.
His Grandma wonders when
he may give in to scribble,
tire of their easy work,
their closeness,
the silence that they share,
look for something new.
But no, the day shines on,
they sit there just the two
and who could want it better?
Song of the Crutches
Crutches lead the way
his legs follow
one by one swinging through
to interrupt the walk.
Singled out as someone
to be kind to,
he syncopates along
angular and straight
moving to the crutches’ song,
their robotic beat.
Steel and plastic,
moulded hands and tin
support and mask
his soft and yielding
flexibility within,
the song he used to know
waiting to begin.
Nana Ollerenshaw
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