The Yellow Crayon

Anytime is good to send the imagination winging in every possible direction
and nothing is what is seems, even ordinary things have a gift beyond themselves,
anything can be something else … …


THE YELLOW CRAYON                                    056

the child drew a bird
with a yellow crayon

she knew it was a blue bird
because she had seen it
that way      there was no
blue crayon

she saw the bird
tied to white paper
by yellow lines

it flew loose
into the air of her room
blue against
pale cream walls                                                                                 

circled once
and soared out through
the open window

she looked at her hands
picked up the yellow crayon
and drew a scarlet bird


first published in Atlantis

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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