It’s like turpentine
The foul-smelling liquid
That wipes the canvas clean
Resisting smears of memory
Taints the innocence of emptiness
Leaving you to join the dots that don’t connect
And when you can’t quite remember
Why the toaster’s in the fridge
And the worried whispers of family members
Disorient and confuse you
And the home you’ve lived in forever
Has to go
Close your eyes
Let the colours that lurk behind your eyelids
Be the memories you have lost
And fill your canvas
Second (juniors)
Megan Macdiarmid
Year 10, Logan Park High School