Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay
Dusk…
Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay
Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay
Deep inside my mind’s eye I see green clouds I lie on blue grass with purple candy floss the day spins into wonder memories float out into space caught inside multi coloured bubbles I found my happy place, inside my mind’s eye… ©AnitaDawes2022
#TankaTuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge No. 279: #Tastetherainbow-Color/Weather Poetry
WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 213 #EKPHRASTIC #PHOTOPROMPT
The
Raging
Water runs
Bending colour
Rainbow flowing bright
Magic paid the piper
For first colour, dancing light
Black and white would give us a fright
I thank the Gods for colour magic
A world without would be nowt but shadow…
© Anita Dawes 2021
The Colour of Sin
I sat on the bus, holding the pamphlet
Given to me by a woman in the street
I hadn’t managed to dodge this one
The way I do most pamphlet waving people
Large red print, Do You Know the Colour of Your Sin?
I looked out the window, she was no longer standing there
Looking left and right, I wondered which way she might have walked
The message felt personal.
I etched the memory of her face into my mind
Hoping I would see her again to ask why
She had handed out the pamphlet to only me
The list of sins according to colour
White – a lie to save someone from the pain of truth
Blue _ envying your friends life,
wishing it to be your own turns this sin dark blue
Brown – for stealing
Purple – for cheating on your boyfriend/husband
The list went on quite a bit, right through to murder
The colour – black clinging to the list
That was the one sin I hadn’t committed.
Stepping from the bus,
I felt giddy with the sudden memory
of terminating a pregnancy in my teens
My sin had come back to haunt me from the hands of a stranger
So I thought, until weeks later I bumped into the same woman
I asked her why she had given me the pamphlet
Her dark rimmed eyes looked right through me
“because the child you aborted should have been mine…
My name, should you wish to know, is the wife of Thomas Grey.”
A name I remembered well; the father of the child never born
That’s when I realized that sins never die
They linger like a bad smell on the wind
Time brings them back to you
I watched her walk away,
wishing I could turn back time…
©anitadawes 2020
Image by Pixabay.com
My thoughts take on a different colour
Depending on the words or who is speaking
A child can come across as pink and fluffy
Other times crazy, like a kaleidoscope
Full of wonders, possibilities
Speak too fast and the colours spar
Like a fuse about to blow
Angry voices bring dark storm clouds
Across windswept seas, lightning flashing
Lovers whispering on a park bench
In purple twists of blue swirling patterns
Joined in harmony, floating like smoke on the wind
When they kiss, I see a river of lights?
A festival of love
Bird song, a touch of stardust laced with moon beams
I care not that people think me a loon
This is how I see my world…