Prompt: Choose a colour; make it the title of your poem.
(Two for the price of one, today!)
Green
Why did I dislike you
so long?
Was it for being
my mother’s favourite?
She liked the softness
of nature –
grass, leaves –
at once cool and nurturing.
Preferring blues and reds,
above all purple,
yet as I age
I too enter your shelter:
apple green, jade green,
tender green of growing things.
Healing colour, heart colour,
colour of life.
Purple
I didn’t wait to get old
to wear purple.
Always outrageous at heart,
that wasn’t why.
Purple is mystery,
the light just after twilight,
grottoes of amethyst,
a velvet cloak,
Elizabeth Taylor’s
fabled eyes,
the stain
of loganberry juice,
the tips
of some feathers.…
Beauty
is always my reason.
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4 comments:
Lovely. Especially Purple. Funny how some phrases strike you inexplicably - the tips
of some feathers.… for example!
Hmmm, that was the most immediately present of those images - they were all a bit fantasied, even though I've seen them all, but I was looking at a purple-tipped feather in the moment. I wonder if that came through some way.
Thanks for commenting!
like the first but reallly like the 2nd.
Yes, several others have had that reaction too. Actually I agree. :)
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