A younger you stares from the screen,
Straight lines across your top and teeth.
A smile of satisfaction spreads
From side to side, the awkward grin
Of early teenage years. Descending
From innocent hands a chain
Of felt balls that you’ve gently stabbed
Into existence, a blend of love
and violence. It is a scene
So often seen, the joy of craft
And creation. But look – just as within
The first there lurks a snake, awake
to every opportunity,
one eye alive, prepared to strike.

Google reminded me of this photo today. It made me smile…
(03.09.26)

© Ben Quant 2026