Sugar Pink
by and published in Edition Eight of Pomegranate
She sits on the countertop with her felt-tips
next to the kettle and the bread and the honey-pot.
I drink cold coffee
as she draws
in pink. A whole set of pens and she’ll draw just
in pink. Princesses, candyfloss. paddling pools,
rainbows. A woman dressed in a pink puffed dress, spider arms
sprouting from her sunburnt face, smudged uncannily happy
with a pink lipstick smile.
There’s a halo over her head, I see that now
as she shouts in pink for my attention.
“Look, Mummy, look!” she cries
her sugar voice
as I see
it’s meant to be me.
This is my day as a saint.
Ella Sands
Ella Sands is a 19 year-old gap-year student who has been writing all her life but has never had the courage to try and publish anything before.