Colour-Coded Freedom

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Until the morning’s dazzle,

she never knew the night

had stripped her eyes

of the ability to perceive colour,

.

and her blindness did not

offend. She groped and

cursed and stumbled

but assumed that all

.

of life was grey, tinted

with shadowy brush.

She didn’t even know

she was purple; to see

.

herself in sunshine

is a delicious shock.

She inhales the

rainbow feast of it

.

all and her dreams

are Technicolor,

Northern Lights

dancing to an internal

.

spectrum, ribbons curled

in amethyst flourish. She

thinks this colour-coded

freedom might be – joy.

.

 

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10 comments on “Colour-Coded Freedom

  1. Debbie says:

    What a beautiful poem and photo, Melody! Thank you!

  2. adinparadise says:

    Lovely poem, and the pic is gorgeous.

  3. Caddo-Jael says:

    Oh WOW-Wonderful, Mel–this is another 5-Star fave of mine! I really got “into” the flower’s persona–so now, tell me what flower is it?

    • melodylowes says:

      This is a clematis, a climbing vine. It is smothered in purple right now – I have never seen it so perfectly lovely as t is right now. What a treat.

      • Caddo-Jael says:

        Smothered in purple–I love the royal pomp and ceremony of it! While I’m here, I have a garden/flower question for you: are there roses that come up annually or perennially, maybe like a wild variety??

      • melodylowes says:

        Yep. Ours up here are pink and smell like a little slice of heaven. I would imagine that you would have some wild ones, if we do…

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