I want to paint…

I want to paint the impossibility of gliding gracefully off the top of Mount Everest like a victorious vulture

I want paint the sound of sizzling sausages crackling as I cook them like there is popping fireworks in my pan

I want to paint the smell a blazing  barbeque burning   in my back garden

I want to paint the distance between the planet Pluto and a turquoise turtle’s foot

I want the paint the memory of  the elation I got when I hit my first Prescot hockey ball .

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