First off the bat: April has been a very busy month for me this year, so I’m sorry I haven’t been able to keep as up-to-date as I would have wished this NaPoWriMo. 14 poems (before today) isn’t the best number from the years previous, but the fact that counts is that I haven’t let a whole week go by without actually sharing a poem with you.
So here’s a poem:
“Magnolia” reads the paint can label,
and the driplet of paint upon the lid
is white with a yellow blush,
creamy calmness and serenity
mixed with a short hint of life
Not the crisp blue-white
of a fresh piece of paper
or new-fallen snow,
but the color of pale butter,
Clean and warm
like just-washed sheets that still smell
like that Febreze detergent
that your husband insists
is the allergen that causes his snoring.
but not a cold white,
nor the greenish-yellow color
of sea foam;
it’s more like the color
of lovingly grown cotton
under a warm summer sun,
the kind of sun that almost forms glass
when its shafts pierce clouds or that falls between the leaves,
the book kind or the tree kind,
take your pick.
“Magnolia,” I read
from the paint can label,
and look at the fresh-painted wall with a smile.
My family room has been in the process of getting a new coat of paint. The previous owners of the house I live in painted nearly every wall this…mustard green, I suppose you’d call it, a color that reminds you of pistachios, mustard, and being ill. This color was more of a gold in the family room, but in the now-painted living room, dining room, and kitchen, as well as in the yet-to-be painted stairwell, office, and master bedroom…there was too much. The dark color, combined with low ceilings and dark hardwood floors, was annoying.
And now “Magnolia” has begun falling over many of the walls. It’s a lovely off-color white, white but not stark, and not quite enough yellow to make it actually yellow. The transformation is obvious, as if someone had kept one light on in each room. Now the sunshine actually has an effect. My living room, which has the most “Magnolia” in it, used to be listed in my mind as a naturally dark room. There were three lamps in it but none really had enough effect. Until the paint. And it’s bright!
Color has a HUGE effect on emotion as well as light. As I just stated, the green color reminded me of illness, but not all greens. Spring green, for example, is fresh and light. Blue is cool or cold, if it’s the wrong shade. Red, mixed with dark brown like our dining room, is warm and cozy. The NaPoWriMo website shared a prompt on writing a poem about color. You now write a poem about color–how does it make you feel? Is there a particular shade or tint of purple that you just love? Or is there a certain hue of red that you can’t stand? What do the words for a color make you think of? What color do you think would be amazing in a room? If you have one you can think of, mentally paint a room and place yourself in it. How does it make you feel? Use any or all of the questions to help you start writing, but whatever you choose to do, use color as your inspiration. The word color (does it make you think of crayons and a color wheel like me?), the words for different colors (Chartreuse, vermilion, sapphirine, lilac, mahogany, navy, lemon, etc), or the emotion of different colors.
I’d love to see what you come up with! 🙂