Poetry - ‘Cars’ by our founder
Cars
The bleary-eyed morning blinkers
Don’t have to imagine
The poor visibility conditions
A shampoo swimming pool sting can bring
White car, grey car, black car
It’s all the same shades around here
The cataract nighttime drivers
Don’t have to imagine
The glare clouding wheels between lines
Driving over yellow cat’s eyes
White car, grey car, black car
It’s all getting repetitive around here
The car salesmen order more colourless vehicles
Understanding their optical illusion office posters
Doesn’t bring anyone closer to empathy
or seeing profits turn green
Black car, black car, black car
It’s all getting dark around here
Pink eyes strain above bruised purple cheeks
Incorrectly guessing bloodshot red eye charts
The letters won’t unblur
instead, I see:
Eyeholes cut into broadsheet newspapers
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Our founder, Craig Jonathan Reekie, has shared this poem to get the ball rolling. He lost his eyesight to diabetic retinopathy. After achieving an MA in creative writing he is taking the first steps of his writing career.
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