Crayola markers don’t discover their potential
on black construction paper, so she always ends
up with a pack of only black paper, maybe a few
pieces of yellow, only the round outline after sun.
Each muddy mark hides beauty. She deconstructs
black paper, mangling a series of lopsided circles,
calling them cats, scoring out teeth with scissors and
creating shadows by cutting rounded, jagged edges.
Until there was nothing else to do with black paper
but use it for grass, trees, animals—a haunted forest.
Then her dream house—black becoming shingles,
shudders, a chimney, doorways, and stepping stones.
Each creation a new manipulation of black, paper,
glue, scissors, fantasies, and refrigerator innovations.
I pulled "black construction paper" for today. I'm curious to see how it turns out.
ReplyDeleteI love how delightfully different our writing styles are from one another!