Draw me with bold charcoal
Leave the pussyfooting fine graphite alone.
As you apply colour,
let the sun glint chestnut in my hair and
remember the red spot in my iris,
my special mark.
Leave out those shadows by my eyes,
my penance for a life sleep deprived.
They are not the essence of me.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Written in response to a poetry prompt, to get me writing poetry again after all the rush and activity of Christmas.