Colours

[saeity]

This door
was once green,
he painted it black.
Occasionally you can spy
the green grinning through
the chips, the dents, the cracks.
It’s due for a repaint;
I think-

Therefore I’ll paint it white.

[Todd]

This sort of reminds me of that Sunny Came Home song by Shawn Colvin. We have the door starting vibrant and living and then being painted over, representing the speaker being blackened over by "him". As the speaker recovers a sense of themselves, they seek to be clean of his influence. I like the paints and the image. I found myself coming back to this poem over the last few days. The image has stuck in my mind.

[cidermaid]

This door
was once green,
he painted it black.
Occasionally you can spy
the green grinning through
the chips, the dents, the cracks.
It’s due for a repaint;
I think-

Therefore I’ll paint it white.

Hi saeity
Todd is right this is a compelling read. I find so many thoughts and paths that progression of the colours presents.
My first read I went down a thought path of a life encompassed / represented by the colours. Green for early life and black (imposed by the hand of another...gone over to white (stay away from the light!)

Subsequent readings give me a picture of someone who has survived a damaging relationship and now (with 're-emerging signs of her old self), is ready to 're-invent themselves.
Beautifully done.
Thanks for the read. AJ

[saeity]

Hi Todd, thankyou for stopping by - glad you liked

Hi cidermaid, thankyou for your generous comments.

saeity.