Monday is the colour of sky,
the first day of the week
as fresh as washing on a line.
This November Monday,
there’s a musty yellow scent,
an ochre aroma of decay,
like a pumpkin or a melon,
overripe and mushy mellow,
not citrus-sharp like lemons.
This Monday’s weather
is washed into a muddy green,
sun and wind and rain together,
mixed up like the paint pots
that we used to have at school,
or the aprons with their ties in knots.
This Monday afternoon,
scribbled out with charcoal grey,
is disappearing all too soon
and darkness will be replaced
with bright electric lights
and orange heat to warm my face.
Kim M. Russell, 3rd November 2020
Grace is hosting this Thursday with an episode of the Synesthesia series. She asks if we can imagine words and numbers as colours and textures, which is one of the things experienced by people with synesthesia, the neurological phenomenon in which stimulation of one sense leads to automatic, involuntary experiences of another sense. She says that there are over eighty types of synesthesia, and nearly every combination of sensory experiences or cognitive concepts is possible, such as seeing music or numbers as colours, perceiving letters as personalities, hearing colours and touching smells.
Grace has provided a link to a talk by Richard E. Cytowic on the subject, as well as a poem by Philip Good and Bernadette Mayer entitled ‘Alternating lunes’.
Today’s challenge is to write about a colour from the perspective of a synesthete.
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