has been my colour for aeons
every now and again
a tiny splash of crimson
splatters its welcome
on my rhino-hued hide.
I have hidden behind
a skin, thickened, calloused
made tough with scars.
I have let life abrade my spirit.
What an error.
This isn’t what living is about –
existing, dragging my carcass
from one day, one hour, one minute
to the next.
I open my hazel eyes –
Crimson is joined by purple transitioning to royal blue and macaw green. Peacock shades flutter, flicker and shimmer The grey dust dissipates and my rainbow-heart blossoms. Colour me joyful Let the bright one in!
This week, Abhra is our first-time bartender at dVerse Poetics. I am sure he will do a wonderful job 🙂
Abhra introduces us to a tiny piece of her culture and a very special celebration called Holi – a riotous celebration of colour, love and joy. He has asked us to invite colour into our lives – how does it make us feel about ourselves, about others, how do we open up?
There is a lot about love in her post and her invitation to create our work this week. I’ve taken a bit of a different slant – mainly because right now, I am taking some time to love and look after myself. For me, life at the moment is a bit like what we are instructed to do with those oxygen masks in a plane – I’m putting on my own mask first, before turning to anyone else.
I hope you enjoy my offering this week – as ever, please do let me know, and do go and read the other poets’ work!
*Apologies, Abhra, for getting your gender incorrect in my post last night! As you will see, you are now most definitely a man! I made an assumption, since British names ending in ‘a’ are mostly feminine. Apologies – and I will revisit the dVerse d’Team to swot up on the new team members! In truth, I meant to do that a while ago… and forgot!
With my word-weaver clasped tightly, fingers sweat with effort to complete the task laid before me. I lasso the thoughts pouring from imagination-central knowing all the while that the hands of the space-marker sweep too fast – there is no leeway, I cannot knee-bend for grace and favour. ‘Tsk! Tsk!’ bony digits admonish, epithet-hurlers curl ready to strike. ‘Axe-wield afore clock-strike!’ Is all they will say.
This week, Bjorn, our host at dVerse Meeting the Bar has introduced us to the concept of kennings. To quote Bjorn, ‘a kenning is a very brief metaphoric phrase or compound word and it means “to know”‘. It comes originally from Icelandic, but also exists in other languages such as Swedish and German. I can also tell you that ‘I ken’ is also used in Scots dialect in the same way! So, in brief, it is a way of using a compound phrase in place of the normal word in use.
I really enjoyed this – although it was quite tough to get my brain into the right gear! I hope my offering has worked – do let me know what you think.