After seeing “The Boxtrolls”
|We are too ready to put others in boxes
But never ourselves.
We are too ready to box a person
In with derision
Because they encroach on our
Picture of ourselves
(a picture is a two-dimensional portrait in a box)
And as we paint our self-portrait
We can choose to break
Someone else’s brush and spill
The palette on the floor
We can lend our brush, our paint,
Share the view
See the world as a
Note: I had such trouble choosing a photo for this poem. I didn’t want to use a picture from the movie because the movie is more a muse to the poem and teaches a thoroughly different lesson. I searched Google for bigot and painting. Guess what – there’s a painter called Bigot, a Baroque painter who specialised in religious paintings. Not what I expected. In addition there was lots of pictures of people perceived as bigots, and memes about bigotry. So in the end I settled for a scapegoat. I blame the scapegoat for there not being a suitable picture. Yes I know its unfair, but I paid it money and sent it into the desert. I hope it finds a nice bush to eat.