“How do you feel?”

“Like a blue, blue sky and a train passing by.”

“Are you on the train?”

“I’m the sunset. I painted the sky. He left so I painted it with melancholy.”

The doctor raced her pencil on the notepad,
“Exhibiting symptoms of schizophrenia: disorganised speech, delusion of grandeur…”

She stopped mid-sentence. What is poetry a symptom of?


Main graphic credit: Siddhartha Sankar (mixed media artwork created with acrylic and pastel colours on chart paper and computer graphic software)