• Illustration for Popshop Magazine
    It was interesting project cause i ne er illustrated poems. Louise Green’s poem paints hope as a magical coat that protects both the wearer and those that care for it.

    Wearing hope

    In past times, when we held wakes
    for the death of society
    as black boots trampled bean fields
    and men on horseback smashed
    down gates, rode through city squares,
    I wore hope like a conjurer’s coat —
    collar turned up against the blizzard
    sleeves crammed with conceits
    keepsakes sewn into hems.
    Wide skirts sheltered my brood as
    I magicked smiles and sweets
    rabbits and flags, fake-silver spoons.
    We travelled in groups, at night
    pockets stuffed with false papers
    skeleton keys, riddles
    for the gatekeepers, passports
    to kinder countries.
    Nowadays my hope weighs less
    no more than a lightweight cloak
    for numbered winters.
    I bequeath hope’s strongest fabric
    to a new generation.
    May it hold them up.