“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).