in snowy woods
of crisp ice
of invisible birds
and skeletal trees against ashen skies
that draws a thin line
across the horizon
the gentle grey of a heron
Kim M. Russell, 16th February 2021
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: True Colours?
Mish is back for this Tuesday’s Poetics with a challenge to write from a perspective other than our own, to climb out of our comfort zones and look through a new lens – by writing from the perspective of a colour.
Mish wonders what red sees and, indeed, what other colours see. She ponders whether the vibe and personality of each colour is just as we have perceived it – or not – and whether some colours would like to rebel against the stereotypes we have placed upon them, which reminded me of Oliver Jeffers’ children’s book The Day the Crayons Quit.
Mish would like us to slip out of our human bodies and become nothing but colours in our poems.