a poem by Christine Anne Shaw, UK

Far from I to question why
you doodle on the hallway wall.
I understand the need to screed
all empty pages with the thoughts
I've caught throughtout the passing day.

But smiling faces in black ink,
which glare and stare as I walk by.
That sit beneath our Monet dear,
it's clear they'll drive me soon to drink.

I have no wish for you to hide
your latent talent now turned bold.
In fact I pray I'll live to see
and reap the gold that it might bring.

Look for shadow, look for shade,
I fear these happy marks won't fade.
Before you park your new trade card
to greet me, could I ask you think,
to find a place where I can't see
their imprint quite so easily.

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