Lucy’s I want to paint poem

I want to draw…

The smell of old dust waiting patiently on an ancient jewellery, box getting ready to reveal the jewels and necklaces.

I want to hear…

The sound of an old creaky music box playing slowly in an eerie, scary bedroom waiting nicely to be turned off.

I want to feel…

The memory of my Grandmas freezing bony hands holding mine in the night sky.

I want to paint the impossibility of…

Painting an accurate painting of Mona Lisa and it going up in a beautiful museum that everyone goes to.

I want to paint the long distance…

Between mercury and Neptune floating together slowly

I want to paint the taste of…

A delicious burger with ketchup squirting out in to somebody’s mouth.

I want to paint …

The distance of the end and the start of this poem