Promptly Poetry

Green

Green

Bottle green, that’s the one,
but really the green of bottles,
that dark, transparent blend
of colours shifting, always changing,
almost black in shadowed places,
light and airy in others.
“What’s your favourite colour?”
asks the child, aware of only
a handful of options, red, yellow,
blue and green, orange and purple
maybe, but I am trapped
in a translucent world of wavering light
reflected in a million hues
of green glass in a complex curve.
Oh, the satisfaction of that rich,
sonorous note of the darkest tone,
the highlight of light within the glass,
great swathes of pure colour
in the belly of the rounded body,
the gradation from deep to bright
in this peaceful world called bottle.
Yes, green, with all its attendant,
loaded meanings of trees and grass
and fanatic friends of a faded planet,
but my green is a land of constant shifts,
turning with the ephemeral light
to be first one thing, then another,
a kaleidoscope of sensual feeling.


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For Promptly Poetry, Week 5, June 29
Prompt: Write a poem inspired by a color. Any color, poet's choice.