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SOLANGE


Poet, model and Painter, Solange Smith at Tess Management photographed by Tom Mitchell


Poetry by Solange Smith




Spinning machine


I wish I had the comfort of knowing nothing else

To be able to sit in this shelter

To be unbothered by the afternoon swelter


Your screen glows bright

As I struggle to watch you bask in the blinding light  



Escaping you say to me

Is all I’ll ever be

Whilst you stand still

And I run towards my reality


Chaos and order

I watch as the different colours continue to spin

My mind still torments my skin

As I toy with the yes’s and no’s

The should I stay or should I go’s

A washing machine with no end

As I watch pieces of myself spin

And drain all my ideas into the bin



If life were that simple wouldn’t we all live without pain?

If every priest a saint and psychologist sane

If the world were a perfect white line

Surely we’d know the way to the goldmine

No need for that hotline


Your screen continues to glow bright

Instead of enjoying the night

I won’t hold on to this fight

And so I rid of the dirty laundry from the mud

And finally water the flower bud


Gone with the shadow in the corner

Still trying to figure out my chaos and order



Poet, model and Painter, Solange Smith at Tess Management photographed by Tom Mitchell

Poet, model and Painter, Solange Smith at Tess Management photographed by Tom Mitchell


Poet, model and Painter, Solange Smith at Tess Management photographed by Tom Mitchell


Poet, model and Painter, Solange Smith at Tess Management photographed by Tom Mitchell


Poet, model and Painter, Solange Smith at Tess Management photographed by Tom Mitchell


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