The battle of black and colour

The battle of black and colour

Everyone needs some colour in their life!

The battle of black and colour (version 1)

Black was ruthless.

This was not a friend but an enemy, absorbing all colours, pretending to protect the spectrum but leaving each shade weak and puny, hidden in the depths, breathlessly submissive.

Dormant the colours rested, exhausted but dogged and resolute, waiting for light to penetrate the dark shield.

The light came.

A dawning realisation of hope began to strengthen their form.

A radiant heat of love teased the tint into the open, for all to see.

A cascade of optimism splashed and sated this new world,

and a rainbow of colours emerged triumphant in their glowing beauty.

They basked in the attention, gaining strength in recognition, a power with which to continue the battle with black and to win,

to this day,

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The battle of black and colour (version 2)

Black was ruthless.

This was not a friend but an enemy, absorbing all colours, pretending to protect the spectrum but leaving each shade weak and puny, hidden in the depths, breathlessly submissive.

Dormant the colours rested, exhausted but dogged and resolute, waiting for light to penetrate the dark shield.

The light came.

A dawning realisation of hope began to strengthen their form.
A radiant heat of love teased the tint into the open, for all to see.
A cascade of optimism splashed and sated this new world,

and a rainbow of colours emerged triumphant in their glowing beauty,

Black

Black

I have written this poem in response to a wonderful short story Redolent by blogger extraordinaire Selma in the City about the colour red. If you haven’t stopped by Selma’s blog, please do – she is one of the loveliest, kindest, sweetest human beings on the planet.

This is a poem in a series about colour, with red going next (my favourite colour!)

Black

There was a girl all dressed in black
slow danced with alchemy

black lace-up leather stomping boots
deflected her enemy

her ankle-length black woollen coat
safeguarded her from cold

malicious creatures all around
she built the protective fold

hair and makeup, black as black as
the ace of spades, the facade

she placed the death card for all to see
to heed the sign of the scarred.