There was once a time
when red reminded me of the hearts on our old coffee cups,
blue was the colour of my favourite dress and the sky,
green was the colour of the front yard
and my favourite lego blocks
and the hedge with the sparrow nests,
and nights were to be feared
because they brought the moon
and the crickets
and ghosts.
Twenty years and a lifetime later;
red has been the colour of pain
and fear
when the coffee cups broke
just like  hearts do.
and blue became a feeling; one that became as familiar as the dress now long lost.
The grass is just as green as always,
greener on the other side
purple when it turns to smoke
and I do not fear the night,
because the moon is beautiful
and makes your fingers look like ivory as they glide across my skin
and I do not fear the crickets,
because they sing for me
even on the nights you aren’t there
and I do not fear ghosts,
(in ways I did as a child)
because I now know they do not live under my bed
but in the past
which is never far.
What I fear is tomorrow
and the harsh light it will bring
and how different we will look
and how the magic will be gone
and how the meaning of colours will change yet again
and how you will be discarded
worn clothes and chipped mugs.


8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. presenceinpoetry
    Nov 19, 2012 @ 00:39:06

    I really enjoyed that one- I like the idea of the colors’ meanings and symbolism changing over time…


    • Mave
      Nov 19, 2012 @ 00:46:31

      Thank you so much, I’m glad you enjoyed it.
      I think change is fascinating, and I wanted to try writing a poem that dealt with one of the ways things change over time.


  2. Akshay Ghag
    Nov 19, 2012 @ 12:51:42

    I love this ♥


  3. willakana
    Nov 19, 2012 @ 16:43:15

    The stream of consciousness definitely reminds me of James Joyce. Good work!


  4. malartart
    Nov 22, 2012 @ 14:17:43

    Absolutely superb!



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