When the bearded careers advisor
set up his stall and 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 the 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.
I loved this poem, it is so descriptive, there are many illustrations I could have done but we only have a week to complete so here are my sketches and finished images.
......like a photo of the human soul,
the X-ray plate of a ten year old girl
who swallowed a toy.
.....the caught on camera lightening 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 through the deep, internal dark.
WHOOPS Suddenly realised he does not have a cap!
Thats better!
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