This is an illustration for a poetry competition at Uni. It's not my best drawing, but I like the concept behind the drawing and you never know, if you dont enter you have no chance of winning so *fingers crossed!*
Heres the poem..
Heres the poem..
When the tall and bearded careers advisor
set up his stall and his slide projector,
something clicked. There on the silver screen,
like a photograph of the human soul,
the X-ray plate of the ten-year-old girl
who swallowed a toy. Shadows and shapes,
mercury tinted lungs and a tin foil heart,
alloy organs and tubes, but bottom left,
the caught-on-camera lightning strike
of the metal car: like a neon bone,
some classic roadster with an open top,
and a man at the wheel in goggles and cap,
motoring on through deep, internal dark.
set up his stall and his slide projector,
something clicked. There on the silver screen,
like a photograph of the human soul,
the X-ray plate of the ten-year-old girl
who swallowed a toy. Shadows and shapes,
mercury tinted lungs and a tin foil heart,
alloy organs and tubes, but bottom left,
the caught-on-camera lightning strike
of the metal car: like a neon bone,
some classic roadster with an open top,
and a man at the wheel in goggles and cap,
motoring on through deep, internal dark.
The clouds opened up; we were leaving the past,
drawn by a star that had risen inside us,
some as astronauts, and some as taxi drivers.
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