It’s Valentine’s Day and in recognition of our lovely wedding invites that Tom recently designed, I’ve changed the wording to one of my earlier poems:
Low winter sunshine streams through the window,
He’s perched at the table, with pen poised in hand.
A blank piece of paper stares expectantly at him,
The stereo seeps sounds of his favourite band.
As abandoned attempts scatter the surface,
Thin-black lines fill the thick-white page;
Slowly and carefully revealing intricate details,
A cross-hatched body, legs and a face.
On the wall behind, a black cat with pendulum tail,
Like a beating heart, ticks loudly,
And as he adds the final touches to his work of art,
He leans back to appraise it proudly.
Later, the black lines are turned shiny and silver:
Two lobsters, their claws locked together,
The white paper becomes an inviting mauve card,
A sign they’re in love, and will be forever.