What are the colours colouring
those which do bring us pride?
The red is on the busses
flashes of needed rides.
Some sea-teal on the backpacks
of boys, bike-riding off
A rabbit in white pops up,
Some pizza dropping off.
The same is doing orange
telling us to just eat
Just eat and sleep and try
to stay in safety.
The cream pink of the carpet
becomes a beach of shells
when, opening the window,
the sun comes in to dwell
between the light-grey lines
the window’s frame projects
just like it does with trees
in an olive forest.
And talking about olives
This is what green still does:
Some things do never change
When good food is a must.
Blessing medical staff
blue is well busy with:
a dash of hope in fear
that black is bringing in.
But black hopes, too, poor thing
That soon or later it
will be just the night’s colour
for lovers to dive in.
© Annalisa Maestri
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Annalisa Maestri
Born and raised in Italy, currently based in London.
Writing about women, equality and art.
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