My Favourite Colour's Changed

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By Jane Hyphen

Wed, 19 Jun 2019
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My favourite colour’s changed

Behind this mask I have evolved

Years gone by, assumptions

Made we stay the same

We’ve crossed countries, life

Stages like giant continents

Forests and lush meadows

Where we lifted our legs high

Charged up with a mutual force

Then for miles and miles

We walked the plateau

Flat and scattered green

But now in this desert scape

Dragging our bags behind

We draw a line upon the sand

Do we sit on them and wait to

Expire in the heat of our ashes

Where nothing really grows

Words singe the remainder

Of this subsisting wilted scrub

But a single desert rose you pick  

And hold it up for me, you say

‘Your favourite colour…..pink.’

But I cannot take another thing

My favourite colour’s changed

 

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Submitted by celticman on

pink it isnt. 

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thanks celticman, a colour is so much more isn't it.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

what a great metaphor for aging

We walked the plateau

Flat and scattered green

But now in this desert scape

Dragging our bags behind.

Pink is a halfway colour, isn't it? Unthreatening, which is why it's so scary it now seems the only colour for little girls. If you have changed to like stronger colours, you have grown to be strong. There will be cactuses flowering in your desert

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Hi Di thank you. It is a halfway colour, little girls and certain men in chinos and deck shoes. I think we do change as we age, it's almost like having four or five mini lives if we're lucky enough. I look forward to the flowers and will try not to prick myself x