Blue skies and Scarlet ties
Russet eyes and blatant lies
Purple torment
Blame filled sighs
Unheard, unanswered ivory whys
Unwanted undone oleander flies
Misheard midnight navy cries
All for an easily believed “She lied”
Red as a rose
Where my mind goes
When I realise I am not worthy of “no”
So I stare through my clear window
at the blue skies
and realise;
I don’t see in colour anymore
[Short poem inspired by a Writer’s Workshop assignment to write without using words. I turned the first 2 lines into colours using hex codes].
Ivy Nieve 