NIKKI FOSTER

Tag: poem

  • Red and Blue

    Last night I couldn’t sleep. I migrated to the sofa and lay awake, watching the silhouettes outside on the blind. I wasn’t daydreaming because it was night. I suppose I was ruminating. I wondered what I know of desire, how much is balanced by restraint. The colours red and blue these I know. Last night…

  • The Exhibition

    She enters the exhibition. Roomsand rooms of paintingsstretch out around her. What is the correct order:of rooms,of paintings? Gripping her pamphlet,she begins the task,stepping up to each canvas. The paintings are of rooms. Conceptually, she entersa roomwithin a room one after another. She steps back. A red dot.Then another. But not enoughnot nearly enoughto sustain this weight.…