Tag: colour

NaPoWriMo Day 6

Whatever happened to tea?
It used to just be a basic brew
With milk and two and
That was enough for me.

Because it’s no longer a matter of
Black and white.
Between the red and green,
A million shades I’ve never seen;
Light, gold, and brown,
A veritable spectrum,
An LGB-Tea-

What the fuck happened to tea?
I just want a basic brew
With milk and two but
That’s not good enough for you

I thought ethically sourced was
Par for the course
But now I can’t buy Tetley
Without feeling remorse.
Fair trade is in retrograde,
We’ve all been betrayed
Into supporting a slave trade-

And I wish
I didn’t need a degree in geography
To order a cup of fucking coffee,
Leafing through Encyclopedia Britannica
To find the difference between
Colombian and Arabica,
But worst of all:

I was tricked
And dunked a rich biscuit
In a cup of green hibiscus.
It. Was. Vile.

© Emilie C. Black, Apr 2020

#PoeticAnswers 53 – Why Is The Sky Blue?

Some things are best explained by science
But today, it would be more fun if it wasn’t.
I’m not denying the truth by any means,
I understand the logistics of
Light particles and molecules
Traveling through the air
But I’ve already used up my
Metaphors regarding the visual light spectrum,
So today, let’s pretend nothing is real

It’s because in the beginning,
God used all the colours of the rainbow
To paint a world of many colours and cultures,
Radiant and vibrant, with so many hues and views,
Only to realise he forgot to use the blue paint.

Or maybe it’s because God
Tried to make the birds blue
With oil-based paint,
But they flew too close to the sky,
And it dripped and smeared
And that’s why the sky is blue

Planetary orbit is a lie,
And the Earth doesn’t go around the Sun,
Nor does the Sun go around the Earth.
But we yoyo in and out of
The inky black and blue of space
Which gets a bit brighter when it’s close to the Sun.

Because the sky is in a
Constant state of sadness,
But it’s not sentient enough to
Take the blue pills,
So it doesn’t know how to feel better.
It just feels clouded all the time.

Or are we all just colourblind,
And it’s not blue at all,
Just a colour that only the
Special and unique can actually see,
Secretly so much more,
Only visible during art and existential crises.

Question from Lynn P. from Facebook

#PoeticAnswers 30 – If You Could Invent A New Colour, What Would It Look Like?

A colour that looks like the smell of coffee,
Moving from dull to bright with increased exposure,
Still but swirling, dark but milky,
A bittersweet shade for the morning.

A colour that looks like the taste of water,
Clear and unimposing, clean and dull,
Something cold but refreshing,
Nothing with a hint of something.

A colour that looks like the sound of night,
Brooding stillness and streetlight buzz,
Faintly hinting of distant brightness,
Indistinct and iridescent as your eylids close.

A colour that looks like the touch of a lover,
Sometimes warm, sometimes cold,
Violent and vibrant, or sometimes mellow,
Inconsistent, like a rainbow of skin.

Question from Michael Clark from Facebook