The Greenish Bluish Tones Of Cerulean
By Anonymous
the greenish bluish tones of cerulean
mixed with a dash of ochre
create an image – not the impressionist greens
found in Monet’s lush poppy fields
and not the strong blues flowing down the Seine
but the textures of unruly paint dots, erratically
splattered spilled stained
they bleed all over my pages
but my legs and mind do try ever so hard
to keep up with a weary world
where there’s somehow no security
in the greens of a paintbrush
that cannot guarantee my protection,
for I’m the amateur artist who lacks control
like that old car with the dodgy motor
that nobody trusts enough-
my skin is left tired and tainted
by these greenish bluish blotches
and risk cycles round me in circles.
i never progress past yesterday’s chapter
of knocking falling staining –
these marks are less than flawless ceruleans
and lesser than crisp impressionist skies
but these are the honest blues beneath my paper’s edges.
more than the reductive label of the “Clumsy Girl”,
I beam with a creative license
and my bruised and battered bluish greens
make my skin tough enough to take
the hurtful words and leave my legacy
as I knock and fall and always
return to the page every single time