Colour-Coded Freedom



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.



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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