Blank Canvas

His canvas came from Amazon. 

Not rainforest - the other one. 

Parcel packed in thin brown card 

Dropped through the door and landed hard 

Upon the mat which startled him. 

Then eyes lit up and off he ran 

To see if he (quite possibly) 

Had just received the diary 

Which he had clicked the other night 

And bought to help him organise. 

So quickly ripped the outer layer, 

Diary never had a prayer, 

Left discarded on the floor 

While he went off to find scissors 

To trim the card so sides were straight 

Grabbed pencils, pastels...couldn’t wait. 

Create some wonder on this card. 

Headphones on and focus hard. 

Now spared from our recycling 

And destined for much greater things. 

Dull packaging meets shades of yellow, 

Sherbet sun of limoncello 

Burning in an ochre sky. 

He picks a pink then changes mind. 

Decides to lick his fingertips 

To smudge the colours so they mix 

And make a truly stunning scene 

Of sunset captured by the sea 

Complete with reeds along the shore 

This boy finds joy in all he draws. 

Paints his smile in every stroke 

His art the perfect antidote 

For cold, grey days and low mood swings 

With promises of brighter things. 

Each piece complete shows his technique 

Hard work and positivity. 

Reminds us that a piece of card 

Can become a work of art 

That little hands can have great plans 

A boy can see more than a man.

© The Autistic Poet

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