Mindlovesmisery’s Wordle #260 #poetry

Yesterday you could have called me adroit
Today I am more vestige
Someone has taken a large eraser
Now a part of my mind no longer exists
I walk the streets; 
tug my hat tighter on my head
If my nose runs now, 
I swear it would freeze
My hands cupped to keep warm
A few yards down the street
I step into the gallery, art on canvas
I feel my gruff exterior slipping away
I realised the desire to paint
Hasn’t vanished completely
A small piece whispers in the hollow space
Where old skill lived
I thank the universe for cold weather
I might never have stepped inside
Suddenly my fingers itch 
for the feel of a paintbrush…

© Anita Dawes 2021

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