What Do You See?

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Author: Henry Bladon

Henry BladonJuly 22, 2019

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What Do You See?

written by: Henry Bladon

What do you see?

I may look staid, with my ribbed sweater
and my NHS glasses,
but I can do kooky like the rest.

Imagine me in rabbit ears
and an indignant pose
offset by my childhood knitted bunny.

It’s not always what you see
but sometimes what you don’t.

NOTE:

Artwork - They F*** You Up, by Lorette C. Luzajic (Canada) 2019.

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Henry is a writer of all types of fiction based in Somerset in the UK. He has a PhD in creative writing from the University of Birmingham and runs a writing support group for people with mental health issues. His work has been in entropy, 50WordStories, Bloodaxe, The Ekphrastic Review, thedrabble and FridayFlashFiction among other places.

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