Seven Drawings

A collection of drawings made with tech pen on paper.

In the box room of my terrace house,

thoughts gather and outlines are drawn up.

My girlfriend leaves for good,

and the drawings resolve into completion.

They're displayed in an open exhibition,

where I notice the tiniest of flies,

trapped and squashed against a mount.

The picture frame has been apart.

People assume the drawings are printed.

I point out each is drawn by hand.

Their interest and valuation changes.

The judges felt compelled to check them out.

Seven drawings; by-product of a metamorphosis,

from disaffected student to practitioner.

A chrysalis cast off and left behind.

A small destruction to make a fair beginning.

J.E.W.