NaPoWriMo: Day 4


A Beautiful Time


Freedom turns sour
Hours turn to dust

Bells turn your head
Beds to find the truth

I still had fun
None is yours for good


This found poem was made from the lyrics to A Little Time by The Beautiful South, and I made this little pencil sketch to go with the poem.

I am slowly getting back into drawing and have also started to experiment with digital collage. After NaPoWriMo is over, I would like to start making my own poetry zines decorated with my own art.