Feeling blue

& seeing red

I penned a purple prose…

Washing white

in mood of black

I blended greyish tones…

 

In bay of grey

I sailed away

with aid of new umbrella…

Fishin cheer

and squishin fear

I traded belly yella…

 

For tartan gut

which heartened, but

I didn’t care for envy…

and cleaned the green

from dreams marine

to fare in ports of plenty.

 

In guise of write

and lies of white

thru’ twisted straits of think…

I found red letters

even better

when I’m in the pink.

©Karen Robiscoe